Chapter 11
I'm a genius... right?Mom’s not home. Again.
Seriously, I don’t know what is up with that woman. She is already in her mid-forties and she’s partying out and drinking alcohol as if her frail body could take more. Well, I should get used to this.
Other normal kids, have dinner waiting for them once they come back from school and hugs and kisses once they step into their house. While, I have to deal with this dimly-litted two-room apartment with no space for me to spin in a full circle with my arms outstretched. While I, have to deal with the absence of a mother and a father and should get used to it. While I, have to eat instant food for 5 days of the week, the other two being convenience store food. However, like I said many times before. This is my home. This is my life. I should get used to it.
I mean I’m sort of also part of why my house is like this.
I’m of legal age and I can already go out, get a job and help my family make a bit of money. Why am I trying so hard to fit into a school that I don’t belong to then? Because that was my mom’s last wish. My sober mother’s last wish. To see me get into the most sought for school in the entire of Seoul and to see me play an instrument. I have no time for making money and taking care of family. Actually, I don’t have a family. The woman who is partying out in a club somewhere is not my mother. She is some cynical woman who gave birth to me. My mother disappeared when I was 10 because she saddened by the death of a man who she used to love. The same man who left my mother thinking she was “too burdensome”. I don’t have parents who care about me.
Even if my heart keeps repeating that sentence over and over again, I still worry about that woman. Maybe because after all this time, I still have a tiniest shred of hope that my mom is alive
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