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His first encounter with his father came horribly for the young Bernard, and his heart only became more shattered that day, as he ran away back to his room, drowning himself on his own tears. It seemed that there was nobody in this world that wanted him other than the people of this house. Everyone, always, without exception… hated him for his looks, or for things he didn't even understand.
"W-Was I… the cause of my mother's death? Was it because I am ugly and sickly? I killed my mother?" he cried. He couldn't help but feel horrendously guilty after knowing the truth his grandma hid from him.
He suddenly felt so horrible that he ran downstairs and greeted his father once more, who was still discussing with his grandmother about him.
"I can't believe you've been raising that… thing." He said.
"H-He's not a thing! How can you be so cold-hearted with your own son?! Your blood runs through his veins!" roared his grandmother.
