The Pain of the Original Family

I went back to my room to pack my things.

My mother, who had been submissive in front of my father her whole life, didn't even dare to make a sound.

When these relatives saw such a scene, they said, "David, there's something going on at home, so we'll leave first..."

"We're leaving first, David. Don't be angry with the child during Christmas. Tracy is becoming more and more unreasonable as she grows up!"

...

No one cared about my feelings and no one even mentioned the hidden offer.

Even my mother didn’t speak up for me.

The vacation was short so I didn’t bring many things back.

I quickly packed my luggage.

Before leaving, my father shouted loudly, "Once you leave this house, don't come back! You bastard!"

Mother still remained silent in the corner.

On the plane back, I looked at the city under my feet, and the past came back to me in a flash.