Allergic to Fatherly Love novel Chapter 1

My dad took me to his first love Violet Allen's house for her son's party.

At the party, Violet insisted I eat some crab meat. I refused and even threw it on the ground.

I have severe asthma and can’t eat seafood.

Violet looked very upset and said, "I don’t even peel crabs for my own son, but I didn’t expect Sofia to be so ungrateful."

My dad didn’t listen to my explanation and sent me to the garden.

With all the pollen, I started having trouble breathing and gradually lost consciousness.

I wanted my dad to open the door for me because my medication was in my bag.

But he didn’t care.

He clearly saw I was struggling to breathe and that my face was pale, but he just ignored me.

And just like that, I collapsed in the garden.

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By the time my mom found me, I had already lost consciousness and stopped breathing.

When my mom burst in, my dad even scolded her.

"You and that brat are both worthless, just like each other. I don’t know how you could raise such a daughter."

"Violet kindly peeled the crab for her, and not only was she ungrateful, but she also threw it in front of everyone."

"Gianna Rogers, this is the little monster you raised—how shameful!"

I listened to my dad berate my mom, floating above them, and I tried to hit him.

But my hand passed right through his body.

That’s when I realized I was dead.

So this is what death feels like?

My parents probably can’t see me, right?

I saw my mom, tears streaming down her face, slap my dad.

Then she picked me up and ran outside.

But no cars passing by would stop.

In the end, my mom just held me, crying and waiting for the ambulance.

When we arrived at the hospital, the nurse shook her head as she looked at my mom.

"It’s too late. She has no signs of life anymore."

"How could you be so careless as parents? Why didn’t you pay more attention to your daughter’s condition?"

My mom couldn’t even hear the nurse’s last words because she fainted from crying so hard.

I stayed with my mom in the hospital room. Even after she woke up, the tears didn’t stop.

She kept calling someone. I recognized the number—it was my dad’s.

But no one answered. He was probably having a good time with Aunt Violet.

I quietly stayed by my mom’s side, watching her cry until there were no more tears left.

In the end, she took me to a terrible place all by herself.

When she came out, she was holding a small box, looking lost and broken.

She walked down the street alone, nearly falling several times.

Each time, I wanted to catch her, but I couldn’t touch her.