"Min Hana!!"
Yeah. That's my name. The two words I feared the most to hear of.
"What the hell you were doing? Didn't you hear me calling?"
My mom.
My own mom. One of the persons who hate me the most. Who hate me just because I was my dad's blood. Her late husband's.
"Can't you hear me? Just go and bring your dad some wine"
I was snapped out from my thoughts from the hit my mom gave me on my head. I looked at her eyes which is filled with hate and disgust. They only showed me her hate though I desperately searched for love in those.
'Why should I treat for your husband? He is not my dad'
I desperately wanted to say those words. But being weak both from physically and mentally I knew I can't.
I walked along the street wearing a long-sleeve sweater just to cover my bruises my own mom made on me.
I'm afraid of the world.
Afraid they will see my bruises which represented my sufferings.
Afraid they will pity me.
"Thank you miss. Come again"
The cashier greeted me with a bright smile while handing me the bag filled with wine bottles my mom asked me to bring.
"I wish I can smile brightly as you. For once"