In the living room. I look at you with my striking brown eyes as I raise my voice "You've never been there for me, but I've always been there for you. I adore you, but I despise the fact that you are always so busy. I worked so hard to make you proud of me, but what I received was that you were selfish and wanted to remarry again. What about me? I’m your son." I retorted, my voice husky but laced with defiance. I brushed my short brown hair back with my fingertip, frustrated.
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