I got up from my seat without making a sound and opened the door a crack. Despite the pain in my left ankle that throbbed with each step, I held myself back from crying and held my breath to hide my trembling voice. Through the slightly open door, I could now hear and see everything.174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQamOBwf5cp
My mother's back was turned to me. She had bowed her head and her whole body was trembling.Although she couldn't scream like my father, I understood her. Her clothes were disheveled and she was standing there with an old slipper on her foot.174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡO8evm5wL8e
She was helpless and in pain, crying, but couldn't express herself to anyone. In fact, she was talented enough to express herself very well. 174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3BWOZN4f7J
She had a very beautiful voice tone that enchanted me every time she spoke. The terrible life she had to choose had blunted all her abilities.174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrZh0Ni8GFr
One day, she would eventually get out of this dead-end street, but until then, every day would be difficult. Even though she tried to gather herself and say something, no one heard her because of my father's shouting. 174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbsEv7jYAHg
Occasionally, she would push her hair back with her hands to wipe away her tears as an excuse, and clench her teeth to avoid sobbing174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC4AcwBHFok
Well, according to my father, criminals didn't have the right to cry, and the most correct thing would be for them to serve their sentences. 174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMHwI7aBgAF
My father believed in these words so deeply that he wasn't aware that it wasn't the only right thing he did in his life for himself and his family. It was painful for him to think that he believed being a good father was just working hard and earning money to feed us. It was as painful as my mother believing that she was responsible for cleaning, doing dishes, cooking different meals every day, being a good wife, and taking care of the children. 174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8wWVWV0pgP
In a world where my mother was treated as if she had no value as a human being, my love for her was beyond measure. However, the fact that her life's significant role was condemned to suffering caused wounds in my soul that were impossible to heal. Although I used to think it was a sin to have such thoughts as a child, I can say today that my father was just an empty void.174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlMyCTVicwe
Realizing this at a young age added not strength, but weakness to me.174Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡq2Fn8sqK3D
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