" darling, oh jung-ho, you're back, " my father slurred.
" we are here to collect our stuff, then we're leaving, " my step-mother spoke.
" no, don't leave please, give me some money before you do, " my father begged.
" fuck off, you sick fuck! you're ridiculous asking for money after what you've done to mum, " jung-ho spat at him.
i stood at the stairs listening to them. my stepmother then walked towards the stairs and saw me. her eyes showed pity for a brief moment before she walked past me, up to her room, which she used to sleep in.
soon after, she came down and walked past me again.
" take care, i'm sorry, " she whispered as she walked off.
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why would she help me anyway? i'm not her biological daughter, i laughed bitterly to myself.
mum... i miss you...
