When my mom saw that I wasn't saying anything, her impatience started showing.

"This is all your father's fault. He raised you to have no manners at all. He's old enough to be a grandfather, and he's still acting as unreasonable as ever."

I just stared at her. It was so absurd I almost laughed.

"Unreasonable? Dad and I haven't gone near you for three years. We've been living our own lives. Is that bothering you too?"

Her brow furrowed tightly. "What do you know about what happened between me and your father? You're just a kid."

I locked my eyes on hers. "I don't get it? Then do you? Does Caleb?"

Her voice turned cold. "When your father divorced me, did he ever think about you? He only cared about his own feelings. He never planned ahead for you. If he hadn't been so stubborn, you wouldn't be living like this."

I stared at her. Every word out of her mouth felt like nails on a chalkboard. "How dare you say that? You're the one who threw us out."

She acted like she hadn't even heard me. "Caleb's health is fragile. He can't handle stress. Asking you to move out back then was for everyone's good. And besides, he feels bad about the hard times I went through in the past. He wanted to live with me in the places I used to stay."

When I heard that, my hands went cold. Just like that, everything my dad and I had suffered through all those years became a joke.

My voice came out shaking with anger. "So what? Dad and I sleeping under bridges, sleeping on park benches — that's just too bad for us?"

She didn't say anything.

And I didn't give her another chance to speak.

"Do you know why my ear is messed up? Do you have any idea how Dad and I survived after the divorce?"

After the divorce, we lost everything. The day they kicked us out, I fought back as hard as I could. She slapped me to the ground. My ear started bleeding right there.

My dad rushed me to the hospital. After that, every time he tried to see her, they blocked him at the door. Security guards chased him away with sticks.

To pay for my ear treatment, my dad worked odd jobs all day long — anywhere that would take him. After school, I collected cardboard, handed out flyers, and sold tissue paper.

In the winter, when we had no place to stay, we slept on park benches. My dad would wrap his only heavy coat around me and shiver all night, coughing.

Then I started running fevers, over and over. One time, the fever got so bad, my ears wouldn't stop ringing. My dad carried me from clinic to clinic. In the end, he could only afford the cheapest medicine.

After that, my hearing got worse and worse. Eventually, I had to get hearing aids.

And my dad's body started falling apart too. He got swollen, then dizzy, and finally, he couldn't even stand up anymore.

The doctor said that because of the post-op infection, the rest of his liver was shutting down. The surgery would cost half 50 thousand dollars, and the follow-up treatment was a bottomless pit.

During that time, I called my mom more times than I could count.

None of them went through.

But online, it was nothing but news about her and Caleb. Multi-million dollar watches at auctions. A yacht for his birthday. Headline after headline.

Finally, I took my dad's critical condition notice and went to find her myself.

She was furious. She looked down at me and snapped, "You've been with your father for what, a few days? And you've already learned to lie? He just wants to come back, doesn't he? Why does he have to make such a scene?"

She threw a card at my face. "There's 50 thousand dollars in there. Take it and get lost. Don't bother me and Caleb during our time together."

The card cut my cheek. But I didn't even feel it. All I could think was that my dad finally had a chance.

Not long after that, Caleb showed up at the hospital. He cornered me in the hallway and got straight to the point. The second he saw me, his face was full of contempt.

"I've known for a long time that your dad was married to Sarah. I knew you were her son. All it took was a little maneuvering on my part, and I got her completely wrapped around my finger. I even got her to throw you and your father out.

"Do yourself a favor and stop coming around. Sarah and I have a daughter now. You're nothing. If you keep hanging around and making a scene, I'll make sure your father dies right here in this hospital."

I lost it. I lunged at him and shoved him.

That's when my mom showed up out of nowhere. She kicked me so hard I flew across the floor. I slammed into the door frame. My ear started ringing instantly, and blood ran down my neck.

But she didn't even look at me. She just ran to Caleb.

"I've spoiled you too much," she said coldly. "How dare you attack Caleb? You and your father are both greedy. Fine. Forget the 50 thousand dollars. I'm freezing that card. That's the price you pay for hurting Caleb. From now on, even if you starve to death, I won't give you another cent."

I dragged myself up off the floor, practically begging her. I told her that money was my father's only chance to live. "Mom, please... Dad needs surgery right away. Without that money, he's going to die."

The commotion was so loud it woke my father up in his hospital bed. He was devastated and furious, but he still forced himself to sit up and beg her. "It doesn't matter if I die. Just take Kevin with you. Please."

Her face went dark. All I could see in her eyes was disappointment and disgust. "You've ruined that boy. All he does is lie. Starting today, I'm cutting off your living expenses until the two of you admit you were wrong and swear on your lives that you'll never hurt Caleb again."

She slammed the door on her way out. She never looked back at me or my dad.

After that, I worked odd jobs everywhere I could. Life was hard, but we got by. My dad's condition even stabilized for a while with help from some charitable organizations.

Until...

I held back the tears burning in my eyes and looked up at my mom.

"Sarah," I said. "What will it take for you to just leave us alone?"

The restaurant went completely silent. Even the people at nearby tables put down their cutlery.

She was quiet for a long time. Her face was pale and tight.

Finally, she said just one thing, her voice low. "I want to see your father."

That one sentence made me laugh out loud. Hearing those words from her mouth made me sick.

She frowned at me like I was crazy. "What's so funny?"

"You," I said. "I'm laughing at you. At how you can still stay so nonchalant."

I wiped the corner of my eye, my voice thick with hate. "Dad is dead. He's been dead for three years."

When my mom heard that, she shot up from her seat. Her face turned ugly.

"Have you lost your mind?" she snapped. "You'd curse your own father like that? He was always so good at playing the victim. There's no way he'd just die. Did he go into hiding again? Did he put you up to saying this?"

I just stared at her coldly. "If you don't believe me, go find him yourself. Go ahead and dig him up if you can."

She searched my face, looking for any sign that I was lying.

But I never looked away.

Slowly, the fight drained out of her. She muttered, "Don't come crying to me later," and walked out.

After she left, the manager came over. "Hey... why don't you head home for today. As for the restaurant..."

He didn't finish. I already understood. I packed up my things quietly and went back to my apartment alone.

When I got home, I pushed the door open.

My father's portrait sat quietly on the side table. Next to it were white chrysanthemums.

I walked over and touched his face in the photo.

The tears just spilled out.

"Dad... if I'd been able to make more money... would you still be alive?"

I sat down on the floor and held the portrait against my chest. My mind filled with those last few days, three years ago.

The doctor said my dad could have surgery. But we had to pay 50 thousand dollars first.

That was our last chance. If we could get the money together, he would live.

I did just about anything to raise it.

One night, my mom's car drove past me at a night market. She saw me. I know she did.

But she didn't get out. She just sent her assistant down to buy up all the flowers I was selling.

I stood there watching the car drive away. And I actually thought, for one stupid second, that maybe she'd finally softened a little.

The next morning, Caleb stormed into the hospital.

He slapped me across the face. "Shameless. Your dad stole my woman, and now, you're playing the pity card too?"

He didn't bother to lower his voice. The whole floor heard him. He called my dad a homewrecker. He called me a bastard.

Everyone was staring at me.

I was shaking with rage. I screamed at him, "You're the homewrecker!"

He took his time. Cool as anything, he pulled out two marriage certificates and waved them in my face.

"Your dad's was fake. These are real. I'm Sarah's legal husband."

I lunged forward to get a better look.

But he let out a scream and tumbled down the stairs all by himself. "Sarah, help me! Your son is trying to kill me!"

And then she was there.

The next thing I knew, she kicked me so hard I flew down the stairs. My ears rang like they were splitting open.

But she never even looked at me. Her eyes were full of disgust. She scooped up Caleb and ran straight to the emergency room without a glance back.

I picked up that card off the floor like it was my last lifeline.

But right before the surgery, the nurse told me the card had no money on it.

I stood there at the window, my mind completely blank.

I don't remember how I made it back to my dad's ward.

My dad was weak. He could barely hold my hand. But he still tried to smile for me. He touched my face and told me not to be afraid.

He said once he got better, he would take me abroad. Far away from all of this.

He said he promised to spend every birthday with me. Forever.

I was crying. "I won't let you die, Dad. I'll get the money. I promise."

I went to the black market. I signed papers to sell my organs. I would have sold anything if it meant saving him.

When I got back to the hospital, the doctors and nurses were crowded around his door.

I pushed through.

My dad was lying there. He wasn't breathing anymore.

That was three years ago.

For three years, I've carried his picture everywhere, never letting it out of my sight.

And now, Sarah shows up and says she wants to see him.

I held my father's portrait and sobbed until I couldn't breathe.

"Dad... I miss you so much. I'm taking you away. I won't let her find you."

I don't know how long I cried.

Then I heard a key turning in the lock.

My head snapped up.

My mom was standing in the doorway.

Her eyes moved past me to Dad's portrait and the white flowers.

Her face went white as a sheet.