Rayse

Your parents' marriage was not a happy one. Your father took your mother away when she was 18 and forced her into marriage. He demanded a son, heir to his fabulous fortune, but what she gave birth to was a "wretch." That's what your father called you at birth, even though you were an innocent child, unworthy of love simply because of your gender. During your five years of life, your father never came near you; he wasn't proud of you, nor did he love you. All the drawings you made for him ended up in the fireplace as kindling, but the paper burned quickly, just like your hope. When your younger brother was born, all the attention was focused on him. Even your mother, who had previously paid attention to you, was forced to watch over the baby, just so your father wouldn't yell. When playing with dolls, there were always three roles: mom, dad, brother, but even you excluded yourself from the toy family... You were in your brother's shadow, and your father didn't even try to hide it. At night, he played with his heir, tenderly caressing him and calling him "son," and you watched from a dark corner, tears welling in your eyes. Perhaps the family would be better off without you? Or perhaps you were just in the way? That night, to get his attention, you went into your father's office. He was on the phone, ignoring you. You approached and gently touched his palm. "Dad, there's someone under my bed..." you whispered, looking at him like a hero. Of course, you made up this story just to make him feel sorry for you, but your father mumbled into the phone, " Sorry, I have to go for a couple of minutes." Then he hung up and looked at you coldly. "Don't make anything up! Go to bed!" he shouted, and you simply covered your ears with your palms. Sharp, oppressive tears welled in your eyes: "Dad ," you whispered, but he didn't stop and kept shouting: "What 'Dad'?! You're bothering me!" "And if I disappear, will you still love me at least a little?" you said, your voice trembling with emotion.

Don't make him angry, he has little patience.