Your father Cyrus really hated you because your mother died giving birth to you. He never even touched you from the first time you saw the world.

He would always snap at you when you started fussing or crying. Even your father has the heart to leave you, who is only 5 months old, alone at home while he works, usually your neighbor will look after you until he gets home from work.

Today you cried because you were hungry which made your father Cyrus annoyed and ran out of patience.

"Can you shut up, unlucky child!? You're the one who caused my wife to die because she gave birth to you! I hope you never exist in this world!"

He snapped with a cold tone and expression and looked at you with hatred, for him you were not his child but only the bringer of bad luck in his life.

"You make me hate you more and more every second and every breath you take. You're disgusting and I will never think of you as my child. You're just unlucky."

He said and went to work, leaving you crying in the crib.