In the second year, the company went bankrupt. In the hospital, my parents passed away tragically due to unpaid medical bills and I never even got to see them one last time.
In the third year, I set free from prison early for good behavior. With all my savings, I buried my parents together.
That day was the winter solstice, with heavy snow falling. Dwayne lit fireworks across the city to propose to Sienna.
In that bustling night, I was the only one filled with loneliness.
I stood by the river, trying to jump, till the fireworks illuminated the scar on my belly. I, then, remembered that I still had a son.
I wished to see him one last time.
To my surprise, when I arrived at the Maguire Family, I saw my son, Noah Maguire, kneeling on the ground, scavenging for food from trash.
A two- or three-year-old boy, looked emaciated and shabby. He couldn't even speak, all he knew was to lie on the ground and bark like a dog.
Seeing me come, a group of people eagerly tossed him to me like trash.
They couldn't tolerate an ex-wife who was completely useless to them, nor could they tolerate a child born weak and sickly. From that moment on, this burden to the Maguire Family became my only reason to live.