Just a child. There’s nothing to show.

There’s nothing to watch. There’s no reason for you to go and ruin it. What for are going for it?

A parent’s hearth, a parent’s job, a parent’s choice. What could be different? What could go to other ways and ruin it?

It’s not about that, those are only words, but, still nothing to hold on.

There’s no love at all.

Believe me, I have seen those years pass without me getting in between, but from an outsider’s view that’s how it seems…too much pressure on his shoulders, such a distance in those words, disagreement all the way home. How can anybody hold on?

Cancelling, refusing day after day, manipulation is their little game, isn’t it hard for an outsider to get?

How does it feel to be treated this way from your own parent who loves you this way? How is this even love? Is there no love at all?

Love in the heart, can you feel it?!

When was that time when time when nothing was easy, were there no punishments?

The child hasn’t climbed at all, not even on his way home, so after all, what did he become?!

Just a child so far, nothing goes way too far.

Is the parent’s love invisible from the outside?