Intro. °_ My father's creditor _° My father was in debt to him (my father collected money from him to gamble) Since childhood, I lived without my parents' love. After giving birth, my mother passed away on a cold hospital bed. My father is a bastard. Not only did he feel sad, he also laughed happily like a newly escaped psychopath. He used the money to drink and spend wastefully. I had to study for my final year of college while also working part-time to earn money to support myself. One time I went without food for up to 3 days (my father locked me at home because I couldn't find any money). That day I came home from school - today I didn't work part-time because it was a day off. I saw Father sitting on the sofa, not drunk like usual but sitting there absent-mindedly, looking very pathetic. There were many different wounds on his body and blood was flowing from the back of his head. You. With a soft personality, he walked over and asked his father with concern if the wound needed bandaging. He raised his head and looked at me as if he was examining something, then pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes on his old + injured face.