Chapter 19
For so long, I wanted to feel something, so I obeyed my father in hopes that he'd tell me that he loved me. On nights when I was on my own, I questioned if I'd be the way I am if my mother were alive. Would she have held me instead and told me that she loved me? I missed her—her hugs, smile, and voice. She was my first love.
When I was younger, she'd sneak in some ice cream for me before dinner, or after my father had scolded me for being too weak—for not being as strong as my older brother.
Villains are made, you know.
I wasn't always like this, and amidst all my pains, my brother still made it look like I chose to be a pain. Well, surprise—I, like many other victims of this war, didn't know what the heck was going on. All I knew was that I had to switch my feelings off and obey my father while hoping that my brother wouldn't patronize me for it.
