The half hidden part of the past

Rían, the little king just like his name suggest was born into a very rich and powerful family, he had it all, loving family and inheritance.

he was their little joy, he was loved by his parents and big brother, he was really the little king of his family but you know life ain't perfect, everyone has issues that wet their pillow at night sometimes or when alone.

life ain't perfect, because no one has been living happy ever since born, we all have had tears in our eyes maybe it's because life can't always give happiness.

life ain't perfect, we all have sad moments in our lives that only few are able to let go and those that couldn't it becomes a trauma

the little king hadn't been spared by life even at such a young age, he had to carry his cross.

what little king wants, he always get, that was the rule. at four, he and his pregnant mom went to the market something caught his eyes when they went to the market, they were almost getting into their car, his mom had to turn back for what he wanted and in that moment of going back, he never saw his mom again.

his mom left him with the driver and went for that thing he wanted, upon returning back, he saw his mom smiling as she walked towards them but then it happened.

in front of his eyes his mom was shot three times and the man who shot his mom was smiling as his mom only looked at him and went through the pain, he rushed towards his mom and the driver followed, police arrived and his mom was taking to the hospital.

his father came to the hospital and questioned him about what happened, he had no answer, then the doctor came out with the news of his mom and child not surviving. he didn't get it until he saw his mom lying lifeless and not responding as he told her to let them go home because he was get scared.

" she's not coming back, she's dead and has left us" his brother said

his father until their mom's death was constantly at home, he was a loving father whom despite his busy schedules made time for his family.

on his birthday, he asked his brother why his dad didn't come.

" is it because of me dad doesn't come home anymore? does he hate me now? does he also thinks that I killed mom?" he asked with tears in his eyes.

"it's not because of that, he's just busy" his brother said

"are you sure? because after mom's death every relationship has turned worst, even my relationship with you. no one cares about me anymore" he said and ran to his room with tears, his brother just watched him, he didn't know what to say.

his father got married to maintain a business relationship, a legacy.

the new wife never liked him and his brother but his brother was old enough to take care of himself and not care but he was just a little kid and they failed to protect him.

his stepmom treated him badly, she would always act like a caring mom in front of his father but treats him like trash when they're not around and they failed to notice the sorrows behind every smile he was forced by his stepmom to project in front of his father and brother.

he lost confidence in himself, he was all alone. at night only his tears accompanied him to sleep.

growing up all alone they didn't notice his frequent nightmares about his mom's death no one was there to help so he carried the cross of his mom's death.