Maybe with all my determination, I performed exceptionally well in the exam.

At the moment the results came out, my dad hugged me excitedly.

My mom, on the other hand, leaned against the door frame with a faint expression, not knowing whether it was joy or anger.

I smiled and hugged my dad back, burying my head in his neck, letting tears flow freely.

I alone knew how hard-won this result was.

There was too much pent-up in my heart, too many complex emotions buried, and they all found thorough release in this moment.

I don't understand why my mom hates me so much.

Hates me to the point of wanting to destroy me.

When clearly, I trust her so much.

When clearly, I love her so much...