Kael's povI feel like a potter who had dedicated all his time and energy to make a vessel and at the end, with one wrong move, he broke the vessel.I stood at the front door of my father's mansion, my hands shoved into my pockets, feeling reluctant to step in. I hadn’t wanted to come, but my mother had insisted. “Just dinner with your family, Kael.”But with my father under the same roof, nothing was just anything.The maid opened the door with her polite, practiced smile, and I stepped into the marble foyer that had never felt like home. To me, it was just a cage, an expensive one. “Kael,” my mother’s voice echoed from the dining room. She appeared in her usual silk dress, a warm smile stretched across her face. At least with her, I didn’t have to pretend too much.“Hi, Mom,” I said, letting her hug me briefly. At home, she was different from the director in school. It is like she had practiced both personalities, replacing them easily. “Come,” she said, leading me toward the sma
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