Night at the Farm

6

That night, Quame's parents went mad at him.

He fled with his head caked with blood after a fight. Then, he ran home without the courage to go to the hospital.

Quame's mother cleaned and dressed his wound while blaming him in a caring tone, "How can you be so reckless?"

His father also advised him, "Stop fighting with people afterward."

Both exclaimed in a mild tone, but Quame's temper suddenly rose as he scowled. "I don't need you to care for me, even if I die outside one day."

They dared not talk anymore as they saw their son boiling with rage.

"Your dad and I may not be able to help you get away so easily again if you leave traces like what you did in the woman's house on the farm last time," his mother told him carefully. "I'm getting older now, and my heart disease is worsening. I'm afraid there is not much I can help you with any more."

I whipped out my phone and started recording as I went closer to the window.