Carl POV"Why was I cursed with a wicked son like you?" Mom pushed away the spoon I was trying to feed her with and threw it to the floor. "While other mothers were blessed, I was cursed, and it all started with that bastard father of yours."I calmly picked the spoon from the floor, cleaned it, and tried feeding her again. Lately Mother has been sad; it wasn't unexpected, but I never expected her to starve herself because of it. "Please eat something." I begged, but Mom forcefully threw the food on the floor this time."Stop acting as though you care about me; if you did, I wouldn't be locked up in this pitiful cell!" Mom yelled at me.I kneel down and try my best to clean up the mess she had made."Useless son," she mutters to herself, "if I knew that you were going to end up like this, then I would have aborted you when I found out that I was pregnant. There's no point in having a son like you."For over a minute, my hands stopped moving and froze in midair as I listened to my moth
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