Just the mere fact of seeing his parents after how many years made Axel tremble. His last memory with his parents went flashing back in an instant in his mind. It immediately brought him to the time when his dad kicked him out of their house and disowned him for being what he is, his s****l orientation. Axel could not move an inch nor a finger as he was staring at the old man and woman standing right next to a car he was familiar with. It was the car he used going to and from school. It was like the pain he suffered for a long time visited him again. The exact same pain that took him years to recover with.
Axel felt his throat dry up. He wanted to say something but there were no words coming out, and his voice seemed to leave him. Anger started to climb into his head the longer he stared
