"Of course! What kind of dumb question is that? I may be busy, but I work hard for him. He is my only son, and all my assets will be his. When he gets married, I'll give him the best gift even you can't give."
Andrew's words hit a nerve. And this time, I couldn't hold back.
Not anymore.
"Bullshit! Stop pretending, Andrew. If you cared, you wouldn’t have left him alone for Claire. He was only six for Pete's sake! Did you ever think about how helpless he felt at that train station?"
"Damn it! Why are you so annoying? Stop making everything a big deal! You're never going to stop, are you?" Andrew finally snapped.
Then, he kicked the urn next to the dirt pile. It rolled, scattering ashes everywhere.
Watching that, my mind went blank.
When Matthew was hit by that train, my heart broke. But seeing his ashes destroyed by his father? The pain was unbearable.
What a monster.
Just then, a gust of wind blew, scattering Matthew's ashes further.
"Fuck, no!"
I struggled to break free from the guards to grab my son's floating ashes.
But, silly me. How can hands hold ashes?
They disappeared, just like Matthew.
I knelt on the ground, trying to gather his remaining ashes from the soil.