I came home that night carrying the whole world on my shoulders. I've never felt so numb in my whole life.. not even when I found out that my father has his first family and that we're just his second, or when I learned that we don't have the same mother with my siblings, or not even when I realized that I can't have a whole family that I dreamt of like every other child wants to have.
The hurt and pain I felt when he threw the bomb in front of me, was incomparable to those I felt when I was still young.. when I was bullied and everyone treated me like some trash. Because with this one, it feels like a poison to my blood.. it kills me slowly but surely. It made me think of my worth, that no matter what I'll try to do.. I can never be enough. I can't have him and I can never call him mine.
