Less disappointment
Despite everything, I could see they still viewed him with less disappointment compared to how they had once perceived me.
My father’s tone softened whenever he spoke about my brother, a stark contrast to the past. ‘He’s trying his best,’ my mother added defensively, as if to justify his failures.
Their differing attitudes stung, a reminder of the chasm that had once separated us, yet also illustrating their unwavering hope for his redemption.
