Six years ago, I lost my wife in an accident that not only caused her death but also left me paralyzed. Fortunately, Luca only had a broken arm. After my wife's passing and due to my current physical condition, where I have to sit in a wheelchair all the time, Luca has grown to hate me and fights with me every day. Most nights, he stays at my close friend's house, and he doesn't invite me to his school meetings; instead, he invites my friend or his aunt. Due to my paralysis, I lost my job and now work as a massage therapist at a clinic. Luca always tells he wishes me die, and he's been so ungrateful