His elder sister's gentleness and patience gave him great comfort.

Later, it wasn't just about mom and dad.

And things at school.

He will tell his eldest sister.

…

The little boy is shy by nature.

The relationship between my parents at home is getting worse.

Cold war, quarrel...

Similar scenes played out before his eyes almost every day.

The content of the quarrel is also very similar.

In such an environment, he became increasingly silent and sensitive.

…

He strives to be transparent.

It's not that he doesn't want to do anything.

But he knew clearly that there was nothing he could do.

…

These two people didn't care about him.

Even if he is their child.

But they just don't care about him.

Naturally, it is even more impossible to change because of his persuasion.

They didn't even bother to act in front of him.

They have always acted very authentically.

…

He actually tried hard.

He was too scared.

The two of them were quarreling so much.

The sound was so loud that his head hurt.

The expressions on both of them were terrible.

What he said was terrible.

He can't stand it.

He had a rare outburst.

At least that's how it seemed to him.

Although the fact is that the sound he made was as small as the sound of a mosquito.

…

No one paid any attention to him.

…

The two also smashed things.

The sound of porcelain breaking on the ground was sharp and harsh.

The flying debris has sharp arcs.

He was hurt.

A small shard of porcelain scratched the back of his hand.

The next second, blood flowed from the thin opening.

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He cried.

Howling loudly.

He doesn't want his parents to quarrel.

Don't let them fight.

He was so scared.

So scared.

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The two people were frightened by him.

They saw the bloody back of his hand.

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Because of his injury, the two men finally stopped their increasingly heated argument.

…

He naively thought things would change.

The result was no.

His wound was roughly cleaned and a band-aid was put on it.

Dad slammed the door and left.

Mom looked cold.

Ask him to stay away from them next time they argue.

Otherwise, no one will care about him if he gets hurt next time.

…

He bit his lower lip.

Otherwise, he was afraid that he would cry again.

Then he got an impatient look from his mother.

…

This attempt completely eliminated the little boy from having any more ideas.

He didn't want to face his parents' indifference to him so directly.

He would rather be like a quail bird, deceiving himself and others.

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He is used to silence.

In school too.

He is not of a lively nature.

Even his desk mates are always chatting with the person sitting in front of them.

The same goes for borrowing things.

So does asking questions.

But he never looks for his deskmate.

He pretended not to care.

During physical education class, he always goes to the playground alone.

When there was a need for group activities, he would stand awkwardly alone, waiting for the last remaining people to form a team with him.

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He also wants a friend who can take physical education classes with him, chat with him during recess, and walk to the school gate or further after school... a friend.

…

The desolation at home and the loneliness at school made him increasingly silent.

My heart is suffering almost all the time.

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In front of others, he can still pretend that nothing is wrong.

Because he knows that even if he shows it, he won't get the response he wants.

He has hit a wall with his parents, so how can he count on others who have a more distant relationship with him?
To be continued...