A Love That Was Never Mine
I couldn’t hold back my frustration any longer and asked, “When I was growing up as an orphan, life was so hard, and I wished I had parents. Mom, Dad... you love me, don’t you?”
The childish question hit them like a slap in the face. They stared at me, speechless and hesitant, but that hesitation was all I needed to see.
Their faces paled, but they said nothing.
I forced a smile, making it easier for them to uphold their lie. “I must be talking nonsense. After all, if you didn’t love me, why would you have brought me back into the family? You must love me a lot.”
I didn’t wait for a reply. I just turned my back on them and headed to my room, leaving them with nothing but my stubborn retreat.