When I looked at him, he turned his head and smiled gently, as if comforting the confused me. But there was a hint of loneliness in his intermittent words. Thinking about his inner feelings, there was a burning sensation deep in my throat.
The melancholy in his eyes that didn't match his age wasn't an act of pretending to be mature nor was it something he was born with. It must be the environment he was in that forced him to be like this.
"It seems there are a lot of inconveniences when fathers are different. Mother seems to have hidden this matter before getting married. But now that she tells me these things, there's nothing I can do either."
He shrugged his shoulders, his expression full of helpless resignation. He should be at an age when he could laugh more carefree. But he was smiling with an overly mature atmosphere.
"This is too absurd. It's too unreasonable for you to be alienated because of your parents."
"..."
