Both girl and boy have a life that they can do anything with it.The girl and boy both struggles to overcome their childhoods.Both of need to come together to heal one another.
~SBALKI~
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One day my father just throw me out of the house and said i am not his son.That was the last time I actually saw my father in years. My mother followed me and walked out against my father will. He had given up looking for her which made my mother depressed and broken heart.
I was just twelve when i heard my mother and father talking in their bedroom. My father kept yelling at my mother that he is fed up with life and he cant take it to watch me in my face. I was in front of their room eavesdropping their conversation. I had no clue to what he was saying just recently he talked to me. My mother was on her knees crying and pleading with my father to accept the fact we were his family.
I wanted to break down the door and ask what was going on, but my pride and respect held me back.I could hear my mother weeping on the floor while my father try to break the grip from her. My father finally walked out the room , when he did he watched me in my eye and held my wrist and pulled me towards the front door. He said in an angry tone " You are not my son and i don't want you inside my house anymore."
He pushed me to the ground and screamed "GET OUT YOU ILLEGITIMATE CHILD!" I watched him with my eyes opened with droplet of tears falling to the floor. I stood up to watch him face to face when he slammed the door onto my face. I watched to the front bawling my eyes out. I looked back to see my mother opening the door to follow me. I turned around indicating to her don't follow me and to go back inside.
I couldn't bear to see my mother following me in the cold night.I walked away from the house with head down. I sat on the bench of the convenient store just looking at father and sons passing by.I turned my head left to see my mother running with a box in her hands yelling Ji-Soo hard. She came towards me saying she ran away from my dad and how she doesn't want to see him again.She took my hands and headed to the bus stop to go by my grandparents house.
She looked me in the eye and said she can't stand someone who don't want to admit that's their child.My mother had lost her smile that day, also her strength. She no longer laughs, smiles, cry or even show any emotion to the extent.That day was the day i lost a dad and the day i became independent also grew to become a cold heart person.
Till this day my mother neither once told me who my real father is, nor she ever told me is he alive or dead.
