Cynthia’s Cat

Creel reached out with difficulty, trying to catch his father and mother. Hands, but no matter how hard he tries, he just can't touch the hands of his father and mother.

Krell cried sadly: "Dad and Mom, take me away! Krell will never be naughty anymore. I will listen to whatever you say."

No matter how Creel shouted, his father and mother still stood in the sun, watching Creel tenderly. Even the usually serious father looked at him tenderly.

The distance between Krell and his father looked very close, but in fact they were far apart, separated by mountains and oceans, and gave birth to each other.

Creel looked desperately at his father who was close at hand, but he couldn't touch them anyway.

When Creel was about to faint, the mother said to Creel softly: "Creel, my dear boy, live well. Mom and Dad will always guard you."

Creel said crumbled: "Mom, please don't leave me, will you take me out of here? I'm really hungry and sleepy. I want to leave with you, please take me away, okay?"

Creel’s father looked at Creel tenderly, “My child, Dad knows that you have suffered a lot of grievances and sufferings. People must find a goal for themselves when they are alive. No matter what the goal is, you must keep working hard. This way To become a better person."

"A better person?"

Creel smiled sadly in his eyes. Their parents were very nice people before they died. They would treat each other as equals no matter who they were.

It's such a good person. After their death, they became dirty little beggars and became objects of hatred by everyone after their children were driven out of their homes.

This is a good person? Krell sneered.

Krell's face was full of tears, not knowing whether it was the tears left by his stomachache or the tears left over the experience of this time.

"Mom and Dad, do you know what I have experienced during this time? Become a better person? What is a better person? During this time, I have seen all the indifference in this world. No one will look directly at a little beggar because In their eyes, the hierarchy has always existed, and I am the most inferior person in their eyes."

"Mom and dad, I don’t want to be a good person. Being a good person can’t fill my stomach. Being a good person can’t let me wear warm clothes. I just want to live for myself. I just want to let those who hurt me pay what they deserve. cost."

Correct! He can't die yet, he has no revenge yet!

Krell, who was lying next to the garbage dump, began to vomit, and he vomited out all the "food" he had just eaten.

The abdominal pain seemed to have eased a little. Krell, who was sweating on his face, looked into the distance again, and his parents had disappeared.

His vision became more and more blurred, and at the last moment of fainting, Creel thought that he should live well, no matter what he encounters, he must live well.

"Krell, what's wrong with you...?"

"Huh? It's okay."

Krell, who was in a sad mood, recovered his clarity in mind under Jeffrey's questioning.

Creel hadn’t thought of that tragic memory for a long time. When I saw Leon today, I suddenly recalled the memory that made Creel very angry when he remembered it.

When he grew up, Krell returned to the home where he had been driven out.

He stood at the door with no expression on his face, as if strangers would not enter. All these years of hard work were all for today.