Another great day in Moralton, but not really. Orel went into his father's study so that he could do what he should have done after their bad hunting trip.

He bursts in the door open with a kick.

"Orel! What do you want?!" Clay asked with fright.

"Tell me now, Dad!" Orel demanded.

"No, and that's final!" Clay yelled back and refused the demand.

"You know, I'd rather hit you right now, but doing so will make you happy because that's your way of getting anyone's attention. So..." Orel pulls out a long rope instead.

With this, he successfully tied up his father by the chair of his study, and it's so tight he can't get out of this one.

"You hypocritic..." Clay growled.

"THAT'S IT! I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU, DAD!" Orel interrupted as he started his rant. "EVER SINCE THE AFTERMATH OF OUR HUNTING TRIP, YOU KEEP HATING ME AND TREATING ME LIKE TRASH! WHAT DID I EVER DO TO DESERVE THIS?! WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH?!" he started to get teary-eyed afterwards, not to mention looking sad. "Please... Dad. I want to know."

The rant coming from him is enough to make his father calm down.

"Orel. It's just that, you remind me of what I am as a child," Clay started. "My mother, your grandmother, she raised me as a spoiled brat like what Shapey is. I'm being... distant from my father, your grandfather, when I spent more time with her. On that fated night, I learned that she had conceived ten babies before and they died. I couldn't take the truth well, so I played a prank that I pretended to have myself shot with the Ol' Gunny. Dad saw through my prank and when it's done, Mom died. Because of that, your grandfather and I became more distant from one another which I started to act like a jerk to him so that I could get a slap from him. Eventually, he left me. Now, I realized my mistake, Orel. I'm so sorry for shooting you during the hunting trip."

"That's all I wanted to hear," Orel cried happily as he let go of his father from the rope and hugged him.

"Wait, son. I thought you said you hated me."

"Not anymore that I know your story."

For the first time ever since he told his story to him, Clay hugged Orel in return.

For the first time in his life, he feels warm.

Warm.

That's a good word to describe this moment.