108 Kiaran's Interlude : Part 1

A middle child in a family was always forgotten. He was not important nor a burden; he was just there. It did not matter whether he disappeared or not; no one would notice anyway.

Kiaran had always been the one who waited. He waited for someone to look his way. He waited for someone to notice and be there for him.

He had been waiting for a long time for that. He was born into a supposedly happy family where his father may or may not be a criminal. His sister was trained to be a criminal. And Kiaran was there, yet no one noticed.

He was such a loveable and caring person, hanging onto every word that the people he loved uttered toward him. He would always wait for them to come his way. He would always be there for them until the end.

He craved attention. He craved affection. He craved everything.

Until he didn't.

He was only two years old that day. Too young to remember anything, too young to experience anything. God knows he was too young for anything that happened to him.