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"Y-yong.." 


I put up my last confidence for this day to face my Dad. Even I'm trembling inside. 
Even my heart is breaking into shuttered pieces that I don't when it will mend. 
Even I'm so helpless at this point. 
I gathered up my last gut to look at my Dad's face. 


He called my name out. I'm raging inside. How can this man call me Yong when he never admits me as my son?
 

Talking bout being a good person.
He's talking up until now. Am I cursing right? Maybe yes, and I think I'm excepted for being the bad person, since it is my freakin birthday. 


Thank goodness I'm not crying in front of him, or else this man will pity me to the core. 


"Y-yong.."


"Please don't call me on that name anymore. Please.." I said.


"Yong, you know I don't have a choice. Call me the worst person. It is okay."


"You are a bad person." I said, straightly. 


He sighed. 


"And you have a choice. It's just that you are locking yourself up in one answer because that seems the easiest way." I curled up my fist. "And that easiest way you found, is the most hurtful truth for me." 


He reached my hand. "I'm sorry." 


I'm sorry


I wonder who invented that word. And who is he or she sorry about. 
I wonder if he is sorry on a person, pet or something not living. 
I'm starting to hate this word. Because it seemed to me if a person says sorry, it is the end. 
That person will never have that guilt inside because he has said sorry. And I hate that. 
Because I want this man to have guilt for making me like this. 


"You shouldn't go here in the first place." I said. "Even Kim Selli begged." 


"The girl never begged. She talked to me." He defensively said. 


I sighed at him. "You don't have to do anything for me from now on." 


"B-but I'm not doing anything for you, my son." He held my hand. 


"Then just keep doing that phase." I started to walk. 

 

He didn't say a thing back. 


I am near to the door but I stopped a bit. 
"T-thanks for singing a happy birthday." 



I slammed the door but I think that slamming it never done a good thing.
For me or for him. 
In the end, the fact that I still thank him even he sai