“No, I will not,” said I, not jumping into another trap. For I felt that, this was more or less a trap. There was once when father’s despair overpowered him so much that he trapped me into a blind date with a divorced Cantonese guy, who harassed me till I blocked him.
“Why? You are the only one not working!” He suddenly raised his voice, changed his tone and at last revealed his anger. After all this time, the rage of his affl iction, once again, revived. Seemingly, I had to relive the terrifying ordeal of his hurtful words. No matter what he said, the old topic about me being the biggest loser was fatally thrown in. The unavoidable momentary scene of me being the only object of ridicule and scorn couldn’t be more familiar. Drowned in the last dreadful memories at the cafe, I was simply unable to utter a sound. And I knew, all useless, whatever the sound might be.