The Man I Hate More

A sunny morning, hopefully it can brighten my mood. For the umpteenth time, I come to my parents' house and for the umpteenth time, I plan to take my mother out of my father's house.

Yeah, If I should beg down then I will. I should crawl down then I will do as well. Thus, My mother and I can get out of this disgusting world.

I rush into the house looking for my mother now. Yet, I can’t find her.

"Where's mother, Len?" I asked Lenna. She is a young girl but working to help my mother at home. She is actually my cousin as well.

I look at her face and she looks a mess.

"Auntie went out for a moment. If I'm not mistaken, she said she missed your father,” she said.

I smile sadly, apparently I am sick of hearing human love stories.

‘I miss, I miss, I love, l like,’ and several other romantic words that sound sickening to my ears and make me very uncomfortable. Don’t know, but I really hate to hear them.

Maybe it's because of my bad life experience regarding romantic matters, that'