Curled up in a ball on his bed. His lips being bitten so no tears left his eyes.
He wouldn't just cry because of a stupid thing. Why would he?
He asked himself if maybe his dad talked to her mom. His mom knew everything that had happened. She learned it late, but she eventually did, and helped him in any way she could.
"Everything can be gone, except the love of my mom"
That frase stick to his head since the second he read it. The person he most needed on the world was his mom.
Still, the heaviness on his heart didn't go away.
He wasn't ungrateful, he totally wasn't.