MasukMy mother was my father’s sugar baby. Every year, he would hold her in his arms and promise, “Wait for me. Next year, I’ll marry you.” He said it for five years. In the end, he married a woman from his own social circle instead. My mother never got the wedding she dreamed of. After that, she became unstable and cruel. She used me as a way to get my father’s attention. “Go. Call your father and tell him you’re sick. Tell him to come see you.” But my father only frowned and yelled at me. “You’re already learning to lie from your mother at such a young age? Always haunting me like this. Disgusting.” They blamed all the anger they had for each other on me. Later, my father’s wife gave birth to a son. He became the perfect husband and father in everyone’s eyes. My mother only grew worse. She hit me harder and harder, all just to make my father come look at her once. When I was seven, I fell down the stairs and broke my leg. I begged my mother to take me to the hospital. She slapped me hard across the face. “What are you pretending for? You fall once and suddenly your leg is broken? You’re just like your irresponsible father. You were born to make me suffer.” My father rushed over, but he only shoved my mother to the floor in irritation. “If you use this little bastard to fake being sick and trick me again, don’t expect another cent from me.” Their screams and sobs tangled together. I lay on the cold floor, slowly losing consciousness. This time, could they finally stop fighting?
Lihat lebih banyakBut when she was being taken away, she suddenly grabbed Dad’s arm, her face full of regret.“I didn’t mean to hurt our child. I really didn’t do it on purpose.”Dad looked at her with complicated eyes.Then he pushed her away.“I admit I lied to you, but you should never have taken all your resentment out on the child.”With that, Dad turned and left.Mom broke down crying behind him.After Dad went home, he became even quieter.No matter how much Henry cried or made a scene, Dad refused to respond.It wasn’t until Lucy slapped a divorce agreement down in front of him that Dad finally spoke.“What is this supposed to mean?”Lucy tugged the corner of her mouth into a mocking smile.“Sign it. Henry comes with me.”Dad didn’t say much.He only nodded and signed his name.Lucy glanced at the agreement, then went back to the bedroom to pack.That was when Henry’s face twisted into an expression no child his age should have had.He sneered and said, “Daddy. Oh, wait. I shoul
I stood beside the closet and looked at the new clothes.They would have fit perfectly.They were so beautiful.I had never worn clothes that nice before, and excitement slowly lit up inside me.But then it faded again.Because I could only look at these clothes now.I would never be able to wear them.The same went for all those toys.Standing behind Dad, I asked quietly, “Dad, why didn’t you give me a home sooner?“I really envied the other kids who had fathers.”But Dad would never answer that question.He couldn’t hear me.Dad looked around the room he had finished setting up, and satisfaction softened his eyes.Then his phone rang.It was the police station.They told him my autopsy results were ready.Dad and Mom arrived at the station at the same time. Both of them waited anxiously for the results.But I guessed they only wanted to know my death had nothing to do with them.That way, maybe they could feel a little less guilty.But the truth was never going to
Those things filled the entire trunk.After Dad got home, he turned the only empty guest room in his house into my bedroom.He filled the closet with boys’ clothes and covered the desk with toys.I reached out, wanting to touch them.Only then did I realize the clothes Dad had bought were for a teenager.They wouldn’t have fit me at all.Then Dad took the photo he had been holding against his chest and placed it inside a wooden frame.He set it on the nightstand and murmured, “Calvin, I brought you home.”I looked up at him.For a moment, I felt like he really did love me now.But he still didn’t know me well enough.He didn’t even remember how old I was.Then he locked the bedroom door and sat down at the desk, leaving an empty seat beside him.He began teaching that empty seat how to play with each toy.There were beautiful model cars.There were building blocks that could be stacked high.The more I watched, the more fascinated I became, so I listened very carefully.
But as he struggled, he accidentally tugged at the pocket of my shirt.A yellowed photo slipped out and fell to the floor.It was the only photo Dad and I had together.It had been taken right after I was born.Back then, Dad was smiling so brightly. His eyes were full of hope for me.But later, Dad married someone else.She gave him another son.After that, Dad never smiled at me like that again.Mom had been very unstable at the time, and Grandma was afraid she might hurt me when I was still a newborn, so she took me away and raised me herself.It wasn’t until Grandma died of illness that Mom brought me back.On the very first day, Mom screamed at me like she had lost her mind.There was nothing but resentment in her eyes.So I knew she didn’t love me.After that, I started looking forward to seeing Dad.Because Grandma had given me that photo.She told me Dad loved me.She said, “Look how happy he’s smiling.”So I truly believed that Dad had been waiting for me to b
“The end of this month is the final deadline. When would you be able to come back?”After Dad hung up, he made another call.“Hello? Patrick, you finally called me!”Mom sounded almost pleasantly surprised on the other end.But Dad only frowned.“How long has it been since you went home? Manage
That had been my first time at Dad’s house.I had given him that pouch as a gift.I shook my head desperately, hoping Dad wouldn’t say yes.Because that pouch held the blessing Grandma had given me to keep me safe.She was the only person who had ever loved me.It was also the last thing she le
But when I turned around, I saw myself curled up on the floor, covered in injuries.That was when I realized I was already dead.I stared at my own body.My pant leg had ridden up from the pain, and the injury underneath was horrifyingly clear.Yet I didn’t feel scared at all.Because neither M
The shouting grew louder and louder.My father shoved my mother to the floor.I forced myself through the pain in my leg and crawled toward him. Then I grabbed the hem of his pants and whispered, “Dad, please stop fighting with Mom. I’m okay now.”The next second, he kicked me away.My already i












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