CHAPTER Eighty One Pains

　　Elena's POV.

　　I embraced him tightly, and he reciprocated, our silence speaking volumes. I was stunned that he had been struggling silently, while I had been angry with him.

　　After a moment, he released me, and I asked, "Are you okay?"

　　He smiled softly, nodding, "Yes." I smiled back, and he apologized, "Sorry for burdening you with my issues."

　　I shook my head, reassuring him, "You don't have to apologize."

　　He nodded, sat down, and I rested my head on his shoulder, wishing he could let go of his hatred towards his mother, but knowing it was a complex issue beyond my control.

　　As I grew up, I believed my family was the most dysfunctional. My father was physically present but emotionally absent, imposing his decisions on me without ever asking what I wanted.

　　I yearned for his attention and validation. My mother, on the other hand, was too afraid to speak up, leaving me feeling like I had the worst family.