*Gabe’s POV* Jorel hugged me, crying like he did when he was a child, when I’d hold him in my lap only for him to be taken away from me soon after. I still carried the punishments in my mind… and in my soul. But in that moment, unlike Aneliese, I could accept that our father wasn’t there, and everything happening was a product of our memories, a simple trigger that pulled us back to the past we’d tried so hard to escape. My brother surely had his own memories, but they were nothing compared to mine and Aneliese’s. Jorel was the youngest and, for that reason, didn’t suffer as much as we did, as he spent less time under our parents’ control. However, he received even less attention from our mother, who, by the time he was born, was more lost in herself than in the world she lived in. Now I understood that it was depression, but back then, I thought she used it to avoid clashing with our father. She was never a mother! To me, she was just a woman who lived in our house and occasional
Last Updated : 2025-09-21
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