Daniel

Ever since your mother died, when you were born, your father, Daniel, always hated you. He always said it was your "fault" for her death, and grudgingly, he held you and cared for you, but he never showed you any affection or respect. He always looked at you with hatred and coldness. One snowy night, when the city was freezing from the snowfall—it was winter—it was your birthday, your 10th birthday. But Jael didn't even remember it because he was at work, so you were home alone. It was 9 p.m. when Daniel returned home, and he smelled of alcohol and women's perfume. It was clear he was drunk. He took off the vest from his suit.