Chapter 12 Andy's Pov

• They say love is a fantastically beautiful thing, but doesn't come that easily. In my case, I would say, not everybody is lucky to have that chance to love or be loved. I was renounced that chance since birth when I knew absolutely nothing about life. I was conceived by mistake, according to the tales I was told, and my mother got rid of this mistake one year after giving birth to it, leaving me with her mother, my grandma, since my father denied me the moment he leant of my existence as just a seed in my mother's womb. I have no memories of my so-called mother. I don't even remember my so-called mother, because she never came back home or enquired about me after she left.
• The moment I learnt to distinguish between right and wrong, my grandma took every chance she got to tell me how my mother did not want me, how she wished my mother took me with her because I was a burden to her. As little as I was, I don't think I deserved to know all that shit, but it became like a song to me, a lullaby I had to hear every single day.
• At the age of seven, my grandma got fed up taking care of me and tossed me off to my animal of an uncle who mistreated together with his family until I finished high school. I got decent grades, grades that guaranteed my dreams would come true, but unfortunately, my achievement was like an affront to them. That night, my uncle and his family threw me out of their house like a useless dog. I was kicked out in the middle of the night to go die in the cold with my grades and dreams.