Ugo often wondered why his father treated him with so much disdain, unlike his other children. He treated him differently.
He knew something was off. He could feel it, although he couldn't wrap his finger around what exactly it was. He had grown not have expectations from his father, because his hope was always tossed in the trash. He will get Christmas clothes for all his other children, and not for him.
Often times he constantly tried to convince himself that his father did not despise him. Instead, he wasn't just his preference.
As days went by, it became more apparent that his father truly hated him-nothing he did pleased him.
"Mama, why does papa hate me so much? What have I ever done wrong to him? To the extent he gave my right as the first son to my younger brother Ikpeazu." he often lamented. His mother always gave one flimsy excuse or the other to him, and this was becoming unbearable.
That night, his parents got into an argument because of him as usual. This time, they were in their room. Mama started.
"Nnayi, I don't like the way you are treating Ugonnaya. You don't show him any form of affection whatsoever, and it's really affecting him psychologically. You need to treat him like your own son;the way you treat his brothers. Each time I see him, I weep inwardly."
"So what do you want me to do! After all he is not my son, but yours!" He thundered.
Ugo did not really take that statement to heart, because papa always referred to them as mama's son wherever he was angry.
"Don't even go there. Because I've been keeping quiet? Besides you were the one that asked Mazi Ndukwe your best friend to impregnate me because you weren't capable of impregnating me, although I pleaded with you severally to have patience and wait for God's time, you refused. Look at it today, we have two more children." Mama angrily said.
The glass of water Ozo held slipped off his hands and broke. It's became obvious that he isn't Papa's son. No wonder he treated him the way he did. No wonder he hated him for crimes he never committed.
On hearing the sound of the broken glass, mama rushed out of the room, but it was already late. Ugo had heard everything.
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