This story is about an 8 year old child. It is a true story. And it is now that I wrote my first story. Like it, don't like it, give your feedback. Thank you for stopping by and reading.

P.S. The characters' names are names that we made up ourselves. We thought it would be bad if we used his real name.

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I know a kid. His name is Nwanjai. He lives next door to me. When I first saw him, I envied this child because he was born into a family with good status at home. Nothing is missing or missing. He studied in a private school. When he was sick, he received treatment in the best private hospitals.

But when he grew up, his mother became pregnant with her second child. And the third person is less than three years apart. However, Favorite is still the eldest who has everything better than the younger siblings, except for his mother's love. I couldn't know what his mother was thinking in his heart. Maybe he really loved this child of his. But what his beloved learned from the woman he called "Mother"

It was the coldness that his mother showed him. One evening, on the way back from going out to eat, which I was in that event (meaning he helped me along) was when Kwanjai's father drove out of the restaurant. This minivan has enough room for three children to play comfortably. I was sitting in the back seat watching my beloved play with our younger sibling.

Kwanjai played with his younger sibling for a while, then he got up and sat next to his mother. And it looked like he was trying to hug his mother. But what I got back was a denial. in a slow, cold voice And what I didn't think Det 8 Bottle would say to his mother was: “Mom, look at Min's mom. He even hugged his child. So why doesn't Mom hug me?"

But the voice's mother said differently. “Wait until you're thin before mom hugs you.” I don't know what my favorite person will think at that moment, but my heart, if I were your favorite, I would be very upset. He is trying to get the love he just wanted. But he only got air. along with words That seems annoying. I don't want to imagine what this child will be like when he grows up.

But I ask him not to be like I think…………

                                                                                                                L.W.O