Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Winter That Buried Our Youth: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Dad glanced down at his phone, and his smug smile deepened a little more."See? He hasn't moved in two hours."He thrust the phone screen right in front of my uncle, Arnold Bowen, jabbing his finger at the stationary red dot a couple of times."This brat's definitely sulking and hiding out on some sheltered slope having a nap. I know him too well. The moment he runs into any difficulty, he wants to curl up and hide just like his mother."I told him that if he doesn't make it to the summit by midnight tonight, I'm cutting off his living expenses for the next semester."I floated above the dining table, bitterness flooding through me.The blizzard hit out of nowhere, and I lost all sense of direction.As hypothermia took hold, I started hallucinating. I even tore off that flimsy windbreaker Dad had grudgingly given me.Right before I died, I still fantasized that Dad might come to save me.Uncle Arnold's wife, Ethel Gallagher, shrank her neck and glanced at the howling snowstorm

"Julian hasn't moved for three hours! Even the toughest man would freeze solid after staying still in this freezing weather for three hours. Something's definitely happened to him!" Mom cried.Dad snatched the phone back without even looking at it. "Bullshit! He's resting to conserve his energy. What the hell do you know about wilderness survival?"This is called tactical adjustment. You think everyone's like you, complaining about being tired after taking two steps?"Mom shook her head, her voice trembling beyond control. "No, Julian told me if he ever stopped in the snow for more than half an hour, it'd mean he couldn't go any further. He made me promise to come for him. That was our agreement."Dad cut her off impatiently. "Agreement? That's an excuse for the weak! I knew it—that punk's been contacting you behind my back. Fine, so you're working together now to trick me into going up there to get him? Not a chance!"Mom fell to her knees, clutching Dad's legs. "Trevor, this is

I was praying that the wolf would eat faster.At least then my so-called father wouldn't have the chance to give his sickening little lecture over my dead body.Time ticked by, minute after minute. The clock on the wall pointed to 11:50 pm.The atmosphere in the private room had grown somewhat strange.Aside from that one momentary shift, the red dot never moved again. It just stayed there, 440 yards from Camp One.Dad was feeling the effects of the alcohol now. He glanced at the time and slapped the phone down on the table."Ten more minutes." He looked around at everyone, his gaze hazy yet fervent. "I bet this brat walks through that door right at midnight. He's definitely been there all along, just hiding outside waiting to surprise me."This brat's been this way his whole life. He wants to curry favor with me, but doesn't have the guts to just come out and say it. I'll wager a bottle of vintage wine that the moment he steps through the door, he'll get on his knees."Then, h

Unable to hold back anymore, Uncle Dennis slammed the glass in his hand onto the floor."Enough! Trevor, that's a human life we're talking about! How can you say things like that? Julian's weak, so you sent him to his death? That's murder!""I did not commit murder!" Dad shrieked hysterically. "I did it for his own good! I wanted to make him strong, to be able to make it in this world! Is that so wrong? Huh? Was I wrong?"He spun around the room, pointing at everyone. "What do you people know? You're all just jealous! Jealous that I have the guts to raise my son this way!"Now that something's gone wrong, you're all coming down on me? Well, let me tell you—as long as Julian's still breathing, I haven't lost! I can still whip him into shape!"I floated in mid-air, watching this man who had completely lost his mind. It wasn't that he didn't believe it—it was that he didn't dare to.The moment he admitted that I was dead and that he was the one who killed me, his precious tough love

Dad's company also sent a termination notice, citing serious violations of social ethics that had caused a terrible impact on the company.The career he was so proud of was gone, as was his so-called family honor.He sat alone at home.The walls were covered with my awards from childhood—"Student of the Month", "Class President", "First Prize in Math Competition". Every single one was beaten out of me with his belt."If you don't get first place, you don't eat!""Stop crying! Real men don't cry!""If you can't handle a little hardship now, how will you ever get ahead in life?"Dad stared at those awards and started drinking heavily, polishing off one bottle after another. When he got drunk, he started to hear things.He kept thinking he heard me crying out, "Dad, I'm cold. Dad, I can't climb any further. Dad, don't leave me behind.""Ugh! Stop talking! Stop it!" Dad covered his ears and stumbled wildly around the room, knocking over a vase and overturning chairs.He cranked t