K: [Calm down, I don't care about his yapping.]
I looked at the man confronting his mother. He seemed to have been well cared for; he had gained weight and a bit of muscle since the last time I had seen him.
Just from the shape his body was in, he looked like he did when my mother was still alive.
As if he had finally found a new goal.
I smirked. Why do I have the feeling that this newfound goal is connected to me?
He thought I took his wife, so why the fuck should he doubt for a second that I took his mother as well?
Just that his face had clearly aged; his eyes had become a bit more sunken, but all in all, it was true that hatred could give one back the will to live.
Hatred or revenge...
Was he a good father before my mother died?
Yes.
Though not the best, which was just because sometimes two people don't click, there is no immediate connection, and sometimes... this person you feel no real relation to is related to you.
