Ranma hates his father

"I never want to listen to him again!" Ranma cried into the lap of Nice Old Lady.

"But, he's your father. I'm sure he didn't mean to hurt you," she said and patted the young boy's head.

It had broken her heart when she had heard the mewling cries of the boy at her doorstep.

She had made Genma wait outside in the rain more as punishment than meaning what she said that his presence would hurt Ranma's recovery.

"He's going to make me into a manly man again. I don't want to be a boy anymore. I want to be a girl. When can I go home to Mommy?" Ranma asked drowsily to the Nice Old Lady.

She could see Ranma was beginning to become delirious with sleep.

She sighed and wondered what the man outside had done to his son's mind. He wasn't a bad man, she could tell.

His eyes wouldn't have look so worried, his bare feet wouldn't have been so bloodied with running, and his voice wouldn't have sounded so broken, if he was.