Miran has always known hate, it's been his constant companion ever since he could remember. The constant harboured hate never left his heart, but rather grew and extended to his life, towards whose whom he was supposed to love, towards himself and towards the world around him. He'd only realise when it's too late that he morphed himself into the very thing he despised the most - his father.

Inevitable Heritage

Miran was sitting in silence while Bruno talked, he looked out the aeroplane window. The lands below them started to look more like Europe, he suddenly felt sick, like there was a lump twisting itself in his stomach. This is what he dreaded. 


“What do you want to do first when we get back? I want us to go to the area where I used to live, I want to show you. It’s on the outskirts of Bremen, it’s really nice. I can’t wait to make you French Toast one day for breakfast, I’m not that well of a cook but it’s the one recipe I’m good at! You always talked about your mum, I want to meet he-” 


“I wish you were a girl,” Miran accidentally uttered as his eyes fixated on Bruno. 


Chapter thirty one