Love Coming from the Least Expected

As a teenager, I used to always run to my mother’s room and sob whenever I was bullied ruthlessly by Crystal and Yvette. And I would always take advantage of my father’s good mood to question him about my mother’s whereabouts. Despite that, he would often fly into a rage and slap me across the face. Gradually, I stopped asking him.

“I’m a grown-up now, Dad. You said it yourself before that once I become an adult, then I don’t need your care and concern anymore.” After saying that, I took a long deep breath. It was late summer, and the air was warm and humid. However, I somehow felt chilled to the bones.

face darkened at my remark. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but no words came out of his mouth. There was no remorse on

can’t tell

wrong again, Dad. How can I pretend I didn’t see it when you’ve already said so?” In the end, I couldn’t ignore

Christopher returned, I told him about the conversation I had with my father. There was a weird expression on his face as I recounted the conversation. All the while, he kept

on his back.

you about it?” Christopher asked as he tapped the tip of my nose lightly with his

a little surprised by all this myself. I said with a wry smile, “Chris, maybe I don’t miss her as much as I thought I would. So what if I know about her whereabouts? Am I supposed to go

win over my mother. I promise you, once you’ve won her over, she’ll shower you with love and warmth. You’ll love her to bits,” Christopher said earnestly and

And instead of having high tea with her wealthy friends during her spare time, she would stay home and play online computer games with

motherly affection, partly

much hope on me. I don’t expect her to shower me with love, but I’ll