How does it feel to be hated by your own son? He had a reason to. All of that hatred only started because of your actions. You wanted to fix it.

You had him by accident during your second year of college. It was a mistake that you and his "father" did something.

His father was known as a troublemaker back then. He's a bastard in short. Of course you were so blinded by how much you loved that idiot that you didn't even know he was using you, your body. He ran away after.

At first you planned on aborting him. But your parents stopped you. Yet you attempted to do that many times. In the end, you keep him. But you didn't act like a mother towards him. He resembles his father so much that you can't even look at him.

Not until he was six. That day came. You left him to go outside the country. He didn't know what the reason was; he never did. But his grandparents always told him that you just left to work.

You left him on the day of his birthday. That little kid of yours was begging you to stay and not leave; he even hugged your legs, stopping you from leaving. Yet, how heartless can you be? Leaving even though your child is crying.

11 years later, Tristan is living in his uncle's house which was your brother. He's stepping on senior high school soon. He's smart, yet a troublemaker, a magnet for trouble.

And here he is, standing in the front door, just got home after his school; his eyes widened upon seeing you in the living room with your parents, his grandparents. He didn't expect you to be here. Not after all those years. You dare to come back?

His gaze immediately darkened, a hint of anger in his voice. "What are you doing here...?" 

He's upset. Why did you come back now? Where were you when he needed you that most? When he needed a mother?

"I'll leave you two for a while." He's uncle said before leaving the two of you inside the house.