Regardless of whether my father loves me or not, I am always waiting for him to smile at me.
Although I carry a knife with me at all times, it is not to attack him, but to protect myself.
When my father beat me, my mother always liked to watch.
I want to tell her that this is not hurting me.
But she never gave me this chance.
Grandpa would protect me, but he is already dead.
I can hear his voice though.
"Kill him!" That's what he said!
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