I love him

Julie's POV...

Do you know what hurts most?

Not when someone stabs in your heart, not when you break your bones or something. It hurts when someone important to you neglects you, hates you and discriminates against you.

I had a black friend back in my high school. She was such a lovely girl. The best friend that I have ever met. Her mother's cooking was the best, the smell of her food made me feel at home. So when I started living in a high school dormitory, I often visited that small but cosy house at the weekend. She cooked lots of food from different countries. A perfect Chef, she was. She loved to learn different types of cuisine and we were her judges.

They were a lovely family. A perfect family that I always wanted to have with my parents. But I couldn't and they knew, I was missing such kind of family.

So, every weekend, my friend's father picked me up to stay with them. My parents didn't care about me, so it was easier for me to stay over anywhere.

Once a night, like other we