**“But why do you hate Lee?”** Soria asked me softly.
“I don’t hate him,” I replied.
That was the truth. People were wrong.
Everyone believed I hated my own son.
“You don’t act like you love him,” she said.
“I do love him,” I answered.
My words were not enough.
People had been whispering for days, saying I hated Lee.
Lee is my child.
How could I ever hate my own child?
“Why do you think that?” I asked her.
She shrugged and sighed.
“It’s just…”
She sighed again.
“Well… it looks like hate.”
I frowned, confused.
She raised her eyebrows, searching for the right words.
“The way you care for other people’s children… and the way you treat him,” she said.
“You should not have put him in jail.”
I laughed bitterly.
I didn’t think it was wrong.
I only wanted him to understand his mistakes.
“I don’t think it’s that bad,” I said.
“I just want him to learn that bad actions bring pain.”
“No, Sam,” Soria said firmly.
“You can’t do this. He’s just a child. He will be thirteen in three months.”
I looked at her.
“What kind of child burns the neighbor’s pet?” I asked.
“Burns the treehouse? Almost kills his baby sister?”
Soria stared at me, speechless.
“There must be another way,” she said quietly.
“Not that place. That place is not good for anyone.”
I stared back at her.
I didn’t answer.
I don’t know anymore.Maybe I made the right choice.
Maybe I didn’t.
All I know is that Lee’s behavior scares me.
He is possessive… and something feels wrong.
Or maybe he needs help.
Everything changed after he went on vacation with his uncle.
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