The Day I Kissed An Older Man

Melody chuckled bitterly.

Lucas felt a pang in his heart. It was an indescribable sensation. There were times when the human heart was simply inexplicable. Before meeting Melody, he could hardly fathom the existence of a mother who did not love her own child.

"Wendy did such terrible things to me, and they never once asked. They only care about her. Why is that? Or maybe I'm just too worthless, so even though I'm my mom's biological daughter, she doesn't like me. It's really exhausting..."

Melody let out a deep sigh and closed her eyes, as if drifting off to sleep. No one but her knew how she wept over her fate.

Lucas did not immediately comfort her. Instead, he looked at her with eyes filled with complexity.

a very young age, Melody understood that tears only held meaning when shed in front of someone who cared about her. Wendy only had to cry

Her knees were scraped badly, and the pain was so intense that tears welled up in

it hurts

to sit on the couch, eating potato chips in front of the TV,

who tended to Melody's knees after seeing how badly scraped they were. Melody reached out her arms to Helen when she passed by,

Can't you even go down the stairs properly? You should be

pain; she only found her troublesome. From that moment on, every time she got hurt, Melody did

endured countless blames, causing her to increasingly doubt herself. As she grew older, Melody realized that some things were

her perpetually biased parents, and loathed that they exposed everything in front of Lucas, robbing her of the courage