Altan:
"You are a stupid little boy!" my father yelled, slapping me again and again. My mother sat on the ground, bawling next to my brother's dead body. It was too late. Nobody could save him now. He was attacked and I couldn't do anything. I felt worthless and my father yelling at me didn't help either.
"I was trying—trying to come to you," I hiccuped, sadness flooding my chest. It hadn't been easy to run back to the warriors and lead them to where my brother had been. I cried endlessly after they told me my brother had been brutally killed. Half of his limbs had been eaten. He would have survived had it not been for a loser like me to delay getting help for him.
"Why did they do that? Why? Why my innocent little son?" my mother let out another cry, and my body trembled. Every time she cried, I squeezed my shoulders up and sniffled hard. I had a feeling she would hate me too now.
