Become Kind Again

“I didn’t ask to receive a monster!”

That was a scream he heard from his father’s mouth. The scent of alcohol was so strong in the air, and his father was not even done with the twelfth bottle. Milan was already on the floor after the eleventh bottle flew next to him. Tears lined his face, and the child stayed on the floor to cry quietly.

Instead of helping the child, the woman with them just took another swig at her own bottle. Since the third person with them was just a child, she didn’t bother putting on her clothes properly while drinking. She only pulled her black bra strap to relieve her shoulder.

“Anthony, don’t be stupid. What kind of monster is that?” She then reached out her manicured hands to lightly tap on him and giggle. “Hey, hey, don’t bother—”