45. A place called home
"Fuck, damn dad!!!"
Graph rushed into the bedroom, slammed the door hard, and then seemed to be venting the rage in his heart, and the ball of air that had been suppressed in his entire chest was about to burst out. His whole body was so angry that he couldn't breathe, his body was shaking, and his heart... seemed to be shattered and disintegrated by the words of the father.
The one person who once craved attention but never gave it to him in return.
Other people's birthdays are celebrated with their parents, but as far as I can remember, Kritithi's birthday has only been a big cake, countless gifts and a nanny that he doesn't need at all, except for his father and mother... what he wants most. One's gift.
The little boy was only familiar with the four corners of the ward and the feeling of isolation and loneliness as if he was the only one in the world.
He hated the hospital room, hated birthdays, hated promises that were never kept.
'My mother will celebrate with Graph this year. '
His mother had promised and agreed to celebrate the little boy's birthday, so the little boy counted the days and waited every day. When he saw people, he said that he would celebrate his mother's birthday together this year, but when the day came, there was no trace of the person who made the promise. There were just expensive gifts and a bunch of excuses that little boy Kritithi didn't need...
'Mom wants to make money to buy a gift for Kritithi. '
Isn't there enough money now?
The disappointed little boy thought this way and threw away the thing. He smashed it, destroyed it, and no one would tell how many new ones he had to buy, because the people who had the ability to teach him did not have time to teach him.
Graph grew up with a lot of money and material things but no love from his parents, so why should he respect someone like that? Appear in front of him when he wants to call himself father and force him to do what he wants. Even dogs have hearts, feelings, and needs of their own, but do they treat him as a dog?
No, I am just a doll, a soulless doll that can be placed anywhere!
The man standing in the middle of the bedroom and taking deep breaths thought so. Instead of venting his anger, he just... held back his tears.
"Don't cry, don't cry, damn Graph, don't!" Hot tears welled up in his eyes, saddened by the fact that his biological people knew nothing about him. And most importantly, the person he loves, cares about, and values the most... wants to drive him out of this home.
The person who opened the door to the room with the white corners was also the person who let him know that he was no longer alone in the world.
'I'm sick again. How do you want to get sick? I have to waste my time to see you again. '
The first person who dares to go against his will, be cruel to him, treat him well and keep his promise every time.
Although you may be irritable and impatient, if you say you will come...the other party will definitely show up as promised.
Brother Pakin is like that.
"Don't cry!" Graph yelled, but the tears... had their own thoughts and flowed into two lines.
P Pakin no longer wants me, he wants to send me back.
Such thoughts made the young man squeeze his hands tightly together, desperately holding back tears, and huge anger surged, but in fact Graph felt very scared now.
