*CONTENT WARNING: SUICIDE*
"Mom, I did well in class again today! My teacher told me I have a talent for painting," Tristan happily said as he ran to his mother. "You don't have to tell me such things that have no importance, Tristan. Don't bother me anymore and leave already," she said as she turned her back against the child.
"Mommy, I'm home!" Tristan's little brother, Troy, yelled from the front door and ran to his mother. Their mother's emotionless face suddenly brightened upon seeing her second child arrived home. "My baby's home! How was school?" She said as she walked towards Troy who was running to her. He threw his arms around his mother and giggled.
Despite feeling somehow upset as he watched them embrace each other, he kept himself composed and tried not to show his emotions on his face. He suddenly remembered what Mima told him last time.
