Sitting there for hours, he stared blankly at the moon outside the window.
The moon became his sole companion.
He had secretly made a wish to the moon, hoping one day he could escape and see the world beyond.
His mother seldom visited him.
She was always busy, attending various social events, representing the family to maintain appearances.
Occasionally, she'd open the door, gently stroke his hair, and whisper a few kind words.
But her eyes always carried an indescribable guilt.
Instead, his father often exploded in anger in front of him, his shouts penetrating the walls.
His father blamed him for not being talented enough, saying that as the eldest son, he should inherit the family's glory.
But he didn't even have the most basic talents.
Every time his father saw him curled in a corner drawing, he would sneer, "Our family produced such a useless thing like you!"
It's said that when he was born, his mother barely survived, enduring a childbirth that lasted three full days.
