12

I sat in my swivel chair and took out my laptop from the bag. I turned it on and connected it to my printer's blue tooth. After a few minutes, it started printing.

I entered my closet and changed my clothes while the printer's doing it's work.

I wore a baby blue hoodie and a white jogging pants. I set the air conditioner to the lowest temperature and sat on my swivel chair again.

I leaned my back as I stare at a family picture pinned on my cork board.

"Complete family…" I smiled bitterly.

I will never experience that thing again. I don't think I even experienced that.

At the age of 5, I realized how my mom lived in fear under my filthy father's rules. He allowed no one to talk to her unless he's around. He never act sweet to her and instead he always hit her.

I tried to defend my mom once but that ugly ass man just laughed at me. Sometimes, I even hate that his blood runs in me.

Being a product of rape was not easy. Many people learnt about my situation because of media. When I was in my kindergarten years, kids doesn't want to play with me since their parents doesn't let them. I didn't care.

When I stepped my foot in elementary, I experienced bullying because of my weight and my situation. Most kids team up to hurt me physically and emotionally. When my cousins and I were in the same class, they defended me. One of my cousins got involved in a fight because of me yet my cousins and aunts didn't blame me.

My cousins threatened everyone who dared to bully me before. Then when I reached fifth grade, I discovered dancing.

My freaking father was against it but my mom fully agreed on it and supported me all through out. Even my cousins joined me, they said they want me to be well so they'll take care of me.

Until that man learned about casinos with bars. He started to treat us like punching bags. I was even diagnosed with PTSD before because of that. Luckily, I survived it when I stepped into high school.

I joined the baseball team because I used to think that it'll teach me how to hit harder using a bat. Well it did, I made use of it.

It was Friday night, I just got home after our after classes practice. I have both of my wooden and metal bat with me. I was about to enter my room but I heard some loud sounds and cries from my parents' room. I peeked at the slightly opened door and saw that man trying to rape my mom again, so I made the move.

I dropped my bag on the floor and held out those two bats with both of my hands. Due to the adrenaline rush I managed to lift it both and hit that man in his back.

I did it multiple times until he fell on the floor. I helped my mom and called one of my aunts to come to the house. She brought everyone in and they were shocked to see what he tried to do again. Luckily my brothers were all out of the scene, they were sleeping.

My mom's brothers and my uncles hit that man continuously while my aunts and grandma helped my mom. They also checked me if I wasn't hurt or anything.

I made use of the bat hitting but it pains me. Even if I despise that guy, he's still my father. He's the one who brought me to this world.

Continuous knocking cut me out of my thoughts.

I stood and walked to the door.

"Hey, Vinnie!" I smiled as my mom hugged me. She just came from work, I guess. She's still on her work attire.

"Hey, mom…" I patted her back.

"What are you doing?"

I don't know why she's always extra sweet to me but I appreciate it.

"Just printing the report, my professor wants a copy." I answered.

"Have you eaten already?" She asked again.

"Not yet, mom. Will you cook?" A smile formed in my lips as I ask.

"Do you want me to?" She asked in return making me nod continuously. She chuckled at me and nodded too.

"Ask your brothers what they want after your done." She kissed my cheek before heading downstairs.

I knocked on my brothers' rooms and asked them.

"Mom asked what you want for dinner." I asked Akihiro, he's 5 years younger than me. My cousins say that he's an actual carbon copy of me.

"Anything will do, noona." He smiled. I ruffled his hair before nodding.

I opened my other brother's door when he didn't do so.

"Yoonseok?" I called his Korean name. He's the same age as Yuri's younger brother which is 9 years younger that us.

"Uh, hey!" He removed his headphones. He was playing.

Unlike Akihiro—who's a whole goof ball—Yoonseok preffered to stay indoors and drown himself in his videogames. He even have some arcade machine inside his room. His gaming equipment is also complete. Also, he loves technology that much. He once programmed an A.I and it's currently installed in his room. The A.I thing control most of his electronic things. It's like Apple's Siri but more upgraded.

"Mom wants to know if you want something for dinner." I spoke as I roam my eyes around his room. His room's lights are those in shape of small dots in the ceiling, making it look like a roof of stars.

"Anything is fine, noona." He replied.

"Come here." I opened my arms and hugged him.

"Are you alright?" I asked. He started to became distant to me when I stepped in college.

"Yeah, just kind of frustrated with my newest invention." He pointed a half-body of a human-shaped robot making my jaw drop.

He's 11 yet he does these things. I can't help but be overwhelmed.

"Why?" I asked him as I stared at the robot.

"This." He held his iPad and pressed a button there.

"H—Hello…Aizen…N—Nice to meet…" The robot seemed to have a problem with it's speaking thing.

"But I'll fix it some other time." He spoke and faced me.

"Okay then, show me when you finished working with it." I smiled and ruffled his hair.

"Sure, noona!" He smiled widely. I nodded at him and left the room.

All of us wants to be appreciated in doing what we love not by doing what others love but not everyone gains it. That's why there are people who are envious and greedy.

Envious people tend to hate others just because they lack the things they want. Greedy people, they take everything in without thinking about any consequences of their actions.

These people are misunderstood and unappreciated. If everyone treats each other fairly then no one will ever come off as greedy or jealous because every person is given the same thing.

However, there are people who never know how to appreciate. That no matter what others do, they'll still find the reasons to dishonor one's efforts and hardships.