ahhhhhhhhhh?

for 24 years of my life, I've never doubt my parentage. I have a perfect family with world-best-doting brother. and I thought my life was perfect. until today. when someone from the family planned an assassination by buying a box of durian and my ever-so-doting brother ate the durian at door of my room. 

And I start to wonder, am I the child of this family's arch enemy? so much so that they had planned for the ultimate revenge 24 years later and are finally executing it by planting durians all over the house to torture me to death.

Dearest buddies, if you ever find my body, please drench me in eucalyptus to get rid of the durian smell. I hope to die smelling good.