Admiring him

CHAPTER 1 [Atlas's childhood]

One rainy night in 1997, a boy was born. He was named Atlas, He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Atlas's parents were rich politicians in Italy. Atlas's parents wanted to be treated like royalty so they ordered the servants to call them "Master". His parents always kept a good profile in front of the people whom they surround, but in real life, they don't always have a perfect personality or a perfect profile. Atlas's parents were actually frauds and tricks people into voting for them just so they could rule the city with such evilness, they were just after the people's money. They were fake people who would show fake kindness to people, they would give homeless people money and even help people with disabilities just to show the people that they are good, when they are actually not.

[ONE DAY]

Atlas! Atlas! You stupid kid, where are you?! Atlas's mother screams as she looks for his son.

I don't want to show myself, mother! You would hurt me if I do! I said as my tears fell down my cheeks.

One servant eventually caught me and handed me to my mother. My mother was beating me up seconds after she got a hand of me. She was very furious because I messed up the party they had prepared for me on my 6th Birthday. I accidentally stepped on a guest's dress making it rip, it ripped so hard that it showed her legs. I did not mean to do such a thing but my mother glared at me. It was a sign that something bad was about to happen to me, I immediately cried causing a scene for everyone to see. I always knew that my parents never loved me not even once. They only acted like I was a gift from above when there were people around us, this was my life.

Mother it hurts, I am sorry! I apologize for the inconvenience I caused at the party. I promise to never do it again.

I don't care what you say! I am your mother, you must always think before you do something! One wrong move and you can cause this family's reputation to collapse, we will become an embarrassment to the world and I don't want that to happen, so stop being stupid and put your mind to business! My house, my rules. You will serve me and listen to me no matter what as long as you are living in my house, you will be my puppet! My mother said as she continued to beat me up.

I was full of bruises after what my mother did to me, but it did not hurt me. What really hurt me was the fact that my own family didn't even love me. I was a smart kid, I never failed my subjects, any parent would be happy if their child was as smart as me but my parents never praised me. It was like they never really cared about me. This is too much pain to handle for a    6-year-old, and they caused me to have depression. A child like me shouldn't experience something like that at a young age. Sometimes I question myself things like; "why was I even born?" or "why can't my parents love me? Was I not enough?" I know I did not belong to these horrible people who only gave birth to a child for their own selfish reasons. I was just their puppet. They did not deserve me, so why couldn't I just vanish?

Moments after that, my favorite servant entered my room quietly. Her name was Esther she had always been there for me and provided me love my own family couldn't even provide me.

Young master, Atlas. Are you OK? She asked looking concerned.

I could not force my mouth to say a word because my tears had burst before I could even speak a word.

Esther! I said while crying.

Where were you when I needed you the most? I was hoping you would have been there for me.

Young master, I am very sorry. I have no power to even stand up for you. I am only a servant Atlas, I cannot do anything. I am horribly sorry, If only I had the power to make those people pay I would have made them pay a long time ago, but I can't. Can a hug make it up a little, Atlas? Esther said with a genuine smile on her face.

I immediately hugged her, Esther's hug was enough to cheer me up. Her presence was comforting enough to make me feel like I am in a safe place with just only the two of us, a place I only imagined in my head. She wasn't just a servant to me. She was like my very own mother. Sometimes I wished that she could have been my mother instead of the mother I have who doesn't even care for me.

After giving me a hug, Esther helped me treat my bruises. She cared for me for the next hours, I didn't even notice that she joined me in my bed. I continued to sleep with her as if nothing happened earlier, I made sure to give her a hug to make up for the effort she gave me just to make me happy.

When I woke up in the morning, Esther was not on my side anymore. It made me sad of course, but I understand since she had work to do. I just walked downstairs hoping I could run over to Esther but I couldn't find her anywhere. I then sat to a chair joining my parents to eat breakfast together, I was an only child so it had always been the three of us who eats together every time, but sometimes I am the only one who eats alone when they are too busy or when they just don't want to eat with me.