I was with my friends when one of them asked me, "Does your family love you?".
I answered, "Of course they love me."
After answering that question, we started
talking about other stuffs. We went back in class and started writing. The bell finally rang,
Its time to go home. I packed my things and put on my headphones. I started walking home. While walking, I saw a man beating a boy. I thought "Poor kid." I ignored them and kept on walking. When I finally reached home, I took off my headphones and put it in my bag.
When I opened the door, father hitted me with a bottle. It hurts but instead I smiled. "I'm home father." Father responded, "Don't call me "father", you mistake!". Father went out and I went upstairs.
Why?
Why does he blame me for mom's death?
Just why?
I'm so tired of smiling, acting like I'm fine
Why can't anybody love me that much?
