~Chapter 4: Talented~
~Dreams are like stars. You may never touch them, but if you follow them, they will lead you to your destiny~
Tae stood silently near the sofa, his posture stiff as he watched his family. Tae's mother, seated regally on her favorite armchair, beamed with pride as she lavished praise upon his sister. Her voice dripped with admiration, each word a knife twisting deeper into his chest.
~Kim Ji-Eun(Tae's mother)~
Oh, my dear daughter, you are so talented!
Ji-Eun exclaimed, her eyes filled with adoration.
~Kim Ji-Eun(Tae's mother)~
How smart you are, creating a website all by yourself! I’m so proud of you, my love.
His sister, basking in the glow of their mother’s approval, responded with a smug smile.
~Aria(Tae's sister,FL)~
Thank you, Mom. I guess I just got good genes, haha !
She laughed, the sound grating against Tae’s ears.
He stood there, invisible in the eyes of his mother, as if his presence was nothing more than a shadow in the room. His mother’s gaze, once warm and kind when he was younger, now only held disdain when it turned toward him.
~Kim Ji-Eun(Tae's mother)~
Look at her, see how capable your sister is? You should learn something from her, Tae.
Her finger pointed at him like a weapon, her face contorted into an expression of anger and disappointment.
~Kim Ji-Eun(Tae's mother)~
When will you stop wasting your time and do something useful for once?
The words hit him like a physical blow, each one chipping away at the fragile confidence he had managed to build over the years.
His sister, sitting across from him, caught his eye for a brief moment. A smirk played on her lips, barely concealed, as she reveled in the attention and praise that had always been hers.
She thrived under their mother’s gaze, and Tae could see the satisfaction in her eyes. She didn’t need to say anything; her triumph was written all over her face. Ji-Eun 's adoration was her weapon, and she wielded it with precision, knowing exactly how to hurt him without lifting a finger.
Tae swallowed hard, forcing down the lump that had formed in his throat. His fists clenched at his sides, nails digging into his palms as he fought to keep his emotions in check. He wanted to scream, to shout that he wasn’t worthless, that he wasn’t just a failure to be compared to his sister. But the words stuck in his throat, choked by the suffocating atmosphere of their home.
He turned away from the scene, his chest heavy with the weight of rejection and bitterness. The room felt colder, darker, as if all the warmth had been siphoned away by the words of praise his mother lavished on his sister. It was always like this—his accomplishments overlooked, his efforts dismissed, all in favor of the golden child who could do no wrong.
As he walked away, Tae could still hear his mother’s voice echoing in his ears, laced with disdain. His sister’s quiet laughter followed him like a haunting melody, a reminder of the constant competition he had never asked to be a part of. The walls of their home seemed to close in on him, trapping him in a place where he would never be good enough, no matter how hard he tried.
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damn childhood trauma
2024-12-31
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