Chapter 7

Even so, I kept lying to myself. He was just a six-year-old child, after all. He didn't understand anything, so I thought I should educate him well.

Whenever I could see him, I usually just watched him play silently. But from that day forward, I became obsessed. Every day, I told him, "Adam, you have to study hard. You have to get out of this place."

At the time, I didn't understand what the real problem was. I simply told him to leave. I naively believed that if he could just escape his father, if he could leave here, he would become the person I hoped for.

I never told him that his mother was not like a dog. I deserved respect, just like any other human being.

So he never learned to respect me, nor did he learn how to respect the thousands of women in this world.

I thought my advice was working because I saw his grades improve. I often heard John say that his teachers praised him, and he would often share with me what he did in town.

I was happy, thinking that this was his first step to getting out. But I never imagined that when he left, it wasn't to escape. It was to hurt another unfortunate woman.