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He visited him. He visited his father in jail. He didn't do it so he can see him again. He did it because he has a question and he needs the answer now.

He saw him come out of his cell with guards around him. Now, he was seated in front of him, with only a glass wall to divide them.

They looked at each other for a while. He couldn't let it out. He couldn't ask him his question because he was scared. He was scared that he'd get the answer he expected.

He took a deep breath and forced a small smile. He looked at his father in the eyes, a pretentious presentation of happiness.

“Do you hate us, father?” That was his question. For all the years that passed without their mother, without his wife, he wanted to ask him if he hated them.

“Yes.” The middle aged man coldly replied. He didn't, he didn't hate them. But he felt the need to blame it all on them because he was also scared. He was scared that his children will start to depict him as a weak man.

“That's all I needed to hear.” He said, standing up and walking away, not even bidding his father a goodbye.

He didn't even bother to take a second glance at his father who was slowly getting dragged away to dump him back to his cell.

He would've let himself burst out crying, but this time, he didn't feel like it. He wasn't sad. He grew cold and the humanity he once had has already disintegrated.

He walked out of the building, his two hands shoved inside his hoodie's front pocket. He was carrying a backpack that seemed to have a lot inside. It was full.

His father wasn't the only one that he wanted to visited. He went to the cemetery to visit his mother.

He hasn't visited her in so long and he felt guilty. He kneels down to her gravestone, a bouquet of flowers in hand. He placed the flowers beside the gravestone before he stood back up.

“Mother, I'm sorry.”

“I'm sorry I haven't visited for a while. I'm sorry for not giving you enough attention. I haven't even gotten your gravestone repainted. I'm sorry that..”

“I'm sorry I couldn't be a good brother to our little man. I'm sorry I couldn't control my older sister. I'm sorry that I couldn't change father because I know that only you could do that.”

He apologized even though he never had to. It wasn't his fault at all but he felt as if it was. He was the one who got hurt but in the end, he was sorry.

He put all the blame on himself.