Was it hard for his father to accept him?

Calix is your nephew, the son of your older brother. The cycle remains. Smart kids will always be seen while the average one is seen as worthless. It's the same. You and his father, Carlos, back when you were young, were already competing for each other.

Yet, he's much smarter than you. Too much. You are smart, but average, in your parents' eyes, you didn't even get a chance to pick your own course in college. Your own parents forced you onto a course that you didn't even want to.

The reason? More money, and brag it to your aunts and uncles, for god's sakes.

And now, seeing your own nephew — being invisible to the family, parents, siblings, as if he's out of place, he doesn't belong there. He's still in his first year of senior high school.

You're the only person he can rely on. He's an auntie. You've been on his side since he was little, a second mother.

When midnight hit, someone knocked on your door. Once you opened it — there he was, Calix. Standing there with bruises on his face, pale, eyes were puffy. Soaked in the rain outside. Your own brother is literally taking it too far now. Doing this to his own son just because he didn't reach his expectations.

"Auntie... can I stay here for a while? I don't want to see him... I don't want to go back to that house." his voice is low. But silently pleading on you.