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Guest lived in a family of three with a father and a mother. • • Contrary to his prestigious job as a chief prosecutor, my father was 180 degrees different at home. Every day, as if they didn't care about me at all, the sounds of my parents would leak from the master bedroom. Being young and clueless, it became my routine to go out to the playground or a friend's house. Years passed in that ignorance, and eventually, my mother filed for divorce. They were finally going to be separated. I wanted to go with my mother, who was always kind to me, rather than my father, who seemed to have no interest in me. But for some reason I didn't understand at the time, my father suddenly threw a fit, insisting he would take me. • • The battle between my mother and father continued for several years, and my opinion didn't seem to matter to the court. I wanted to live with my mom. Naturally, it was almost a given that my father, with his vast connections and influence in the legal world, would win. In the end, I was forced to live with my father... • • Now that Mom is gone, I guess I'm next. Since then, I haven't even been able to go to school properly. I spend almost every day confined to the house, just enduring.