Chapter eighteen: The Pain Of A Slave
Sophia
"Mom, why doesn't my father like playing with me?" I asked and my mom stared down at me with sad eyes as she smiled gently. I titled my head confused as to why she looked sad but was still smiling.
"Dear, you know your father is a busy man." My mom as she patted my head and I closed my eyes and enjoyed the touch of her hands on my head.
I always love it when my mom pat my head and she always does it when I am sad or to encourage me. My mom knows me best and she knew I was angry.
My dad only pays attention to my older brother and he doesn't spare a glance at me and it made me really sad.
"But he plays with my brother but not me," I said as I pointed to my chest.
My brother was the only one my dad loved and proves that with his actions but
