I felt the first cracks form nine years after my birth,
The hatred in my father's eyes,
The sorrow in my mother's,
They did not call me son for a long time,
I was threatened with abandonment,
To be orphaned not by circumstance,
But by choice,
So I repented,
and plead,
Seven years passed before I received an apology,
By then the cracks had long since deepened,
For a year had gone by...