“Since, I was born I never experiences the true exceptional love of parents. While I was small kid, I was ignored. The fact that I’m alive is a miracle” He chuckled sadly. I felt bad for him, not sympathy but I feel like my heart hurts for him. He sat with his arms around his knees hugging them together.
He looked like a small kid.
I sat there in silence listening to him.
“I remember when I was 4 years old and my mom had given birth to my sister. She was 2 years old. I don’t remember much before that age but I do remember spending most of time clutching my stomach in hunger as all my parents feed me was milk and some stale cookies” He stopped to control his emotions and already my eyes were filled with tears. I thought he would tell me he had a perfect life until his parents passed away
