Now all I know is hate, my vision has been clouded by resentment. I don't know if my heart is still capable of love, and all I focus on is how to find my parents and give them a piece of my mind. Why did they abandon me without saying goodbye? Why do they keep coming back to provoke me, only to have me cruelly left here again? What do they consider me lately? Is it really that hard for them to spend more time with their own son? Is their repeated abandonment and departure an act of evasion? Am I truly so dreadful? I am their own flesh and blood, yet their constant thought of avoidance breaks my heart deeply."