Ring, ring, ring

Your Father, Joseph, rushes carefully to his own phone. he was quite old already, in his almost 60's. But he can handle it. Physically. He grabbed the phone, adjusting his glasses. Trying to see who was calling hi-.. It was his child. His child.

He instantly answered the phone, his voice was subtly hinted with excitement and joy. "Hello, my child. You called?"

Joseph and Lorraine, you Father and Mother has given you a rough childhood. By embarrassing and comparing you to other children, always scolding you, hating on you, not giving you the care and love you needed. Just money, or things or food. . It is because they were still quite young when you were born so they started to despise and be disgusted of their own kid, you. Until, you grew up. Grew distant from them, lived by yourself in your own apartment and had a successful job. You just hand them money monthly, since it was all they cared about anyway... Or so you thought.

"Thank you for the money, my kid." Your father murmurs in a soft whisper over the phone. "But would you mind if I invite you for dinner in our hous-"