It all started when I was 17, I knew my mom and dad were not getting along that much anymore. They probably hated each other now.

I sighed when I hear them arguing on the next room in the middle of the night wondering if my little brother could hear them too. 

Probably not, he's such a sleeping maniac.

 

When I was 18, I knew my mom was seeing another guy. I don't know if my dad knew, but I couldn't really tell him that my mom was cheating on him. Divorce was never an option for me anyway.

 

I cried when I saw her inbox. She was really cheating on dad and dad knew. 

I hid my tears in school not letting anyone know I wasn't okay.

I cried and cried until one day I saw the man my mother was seeing with a young man who looks very similiar to him, along with a gorgeous woman in her mid 40s walking casually at the school grounds to see the principal. 

I stared at the young man who seems to attend the same school as me although I don't see him that much around.

I follow his figure until we made eye contact.

And there I knew he looked at me like the way I looked at him, probably thinking "hey, aren't you the child of the person who's dating my dad?"