Zakarius Cavalcante
I don't know what warmth feels like. The world I live in since I was born is a cold and lonely place. That's maybe the reason why I'm so stiff, I'm not capable of loving someone, I don't even love myself.
My father, Zachariah Cavalcante, didn't tell me anything about my mother. I don't know her name, if she's still alive or if she has a new family... I know nothing about my mother.
I tried to ask him, kahit pangalan lang gusto kong malaman, but I just ended up being tortured.
“You're too soft, Zakarius. Anak ba talaga kita?”
He held my jaw tightly and kicked my small body like a piece of trash. Tumama ang likod ko sa pader at halos napabaluktot sa sahig. I'm just 6 years old, but he wants me to act like 30 years old or something.
He doesn't see me as his son, he
