It's already 5 am when i wake up. The sun's still hiding behind lump of fluffy clouds. I need to take shower right now or i'll be late at my first day.

At 5.30 am i go down to dining room. My mom's already there placing our breakfast on the table. What surprise me is my father is right there sitting at the end of the table. He's still not in a good shape but he looks better than the other day.

When he notices me, he smiles. "Good morning my beautiful daughter." he said.

I roll my eyes and let out a chuckle. "cheesy like always. Good morning father." i kiss his cheek and sit down at his right side.

"It's not cheesy! It's called praising my dear. And it comes from this sincere heart." he pats lightly his chest.

"Well bcos i don't want to be rude, i'll accept your praise mister," i said as i flick my hair and make a mischievous grin.

My father lets out a loud laugh. "Of course. You're just as beautiful as your mother!" he turns around and looks at my mom who still busy at the kitchen.

My lips form a bitter smile. How unfortunate i am. To have a face that really similar with a person who throw me, my father and my sister away.

I look at my step father who still watching my mother, enjoying my mom's back view. He's the man whom my mom run with. My mom left us to have a new life with this man. This rich, caring and charming man.

I was still in the beginning year of high school when it happened. When i went back from school i found my father sat on the bed while held a letter. His face showed nothing except emptiness. I took the letter and read it. It started with a cold breeze dancing at my whole body, followed with emptiness and last but not least anger. How come my own mom threw me and my sister away like we were just a toy and left my father who was sick at that time alone. I felt betrayed. That was the first time i felt immense hatred that almost ate me. Since than i choosed to erase