It wasn’t supposed to be like this. After all, Dad promised that it’d be a short walk. It’d be over soon.

    I should learn that all of his words are nothing more than empty lies to fill the void of his heart. Family bonding trips are the worst thing that could ever grace this world, especially when your mom forced you to be with your deadbeat father, to try to mend the bond that was previously shattered. 

    He went to get the milk and didn’t come back one too many times. Too embarrassed to show his face around after it turned out his son and only child didn’t have any notable power to speak of. After all, my dad is an avian hybrid. Beautiful golden wings protruding from my dad’s back showed that. It shone perfectly in every angle of the light. That’s probably one of the reasons why my dad became a model. A superficial, shallow model.