My father doesn't love me. When I was 5, he said so. I thought it was a joke, but Father never jokes. For the time being, I hoped that this was not the case. However, he repeated it again. And again and again... Until it became such an ordinary phrase that I got used to it. Even when he swung for the first time, I was not surprised. I felt only pain and anger. Yes, Father, I despise you too. I despise your entire being. I hope you realize what a bad person you are. And that the way you treat us is also bad. I just hope...