U.L.S: Rise of HAKHAMANESH

A Worthless Human

I do not know when, but I have understood this for as long as I can remember.

I am a worthless human.

When I say human, I mean all its subdivisions.

I was and am a worthless boy, a worthless child, a worthless hope, and a worthless being.

I was a flawed boy for my father.

((My son, your father sacrificed himself to keep you alive.)) When I first asked my mother about my father, she said this to me.

My mother was always honest and truthful, a trait I hated very much, and at the same time, I liked deeply.

She said about my father, she said that my father had a goal, his goal was to keep the memories and history of his ancestors alive, and he had met my mother along the challenging way.

My mother spoke of their good memories, of their hardships, of their joys, of the day my father, after years of challenging work, was finally able to have his own child.

My mother said that my father gave me the name Tao.

Tao mea