His father's mood always seemed to take a turn for the worse whenever the Lunar New Year came around. He would return home all wasted, then drag him off his bed, and hit him with a belt or a hanger until he was all bloody.
'B*stard! You little b*st*rd!
'You mother and son are equally despicable! Isn't it enough that your mom landed me into this state? Are you trying to do me in, too?!
'You're delighted to see me in this state, huh? Happy now?! I'll beat you to death! I'll beat you to death, you b*st*rd!'
He could seemingly hear his father's voice echoing in his head and see that savaged yet twisted face of his before him.
Snapping back from his recollection, the actor looked up and, once more, felt himself being enveloped in warmth that he had not felt in a very long time. A smile broke out on his face as he lifted the glass in his hand. "Thank you all for the invitation and warm welcome! I'd like to propose a toast to those present here!"
