"But Appa!" I cried out my face red and swollen from the many tears that poured down my face. I held onto his pressed pant leg begging him. 

 

"No buts! You will marry her and take over my company. It was cute when you were little but you will not perform anymore. For anyone." he yelled as he pushed me off his leg. Straightening out his pant leg he looks at his thousand dollar watch before leaving me alone in my room. All around lay scattered books and clothes. I didn't grow up poor. In fact It was the opposite. Ever since I was little I was raised in the best schools possible. My appa was always at work. Umma died from complications during labor so I never knew her. But I did have a nanny. Ummie is what I called her. She was a little old lady with gray hair and fairly wrinkled skin.  Raised me from a child. From the moment I could comprehend anything my appa has told me I was going to succeed him in his company.  But ummie always let me do what I wanted. she had me learn certain skills that appa disapproved of. She would also make me volunteer with her at soup kitchens and shelters. She was always a kind lady. She was the reason I started performing. I wanted to make her smile. When I was sad she would tell me stories of her grandson. How adorable he was and kind. She would never talk about her children only her one grandson who was a soccer prodigy. 

 

Ummie had walked into my room and helped me up off the ground. Wiping away my tears she sat me down on the bed. "Taeminnie. Look at me. Don't listen to him. You control your life. Your future. Go. Go out into the world and find your calling." she said handing me a bag she packed. I looked up into her eyes which were slowly filling with tears. 

 

"what about you ummie?" I asked as she quickly escorted me to the back door of our grand mansion. 

 

"Don't worry about me baby. Go on and find your calling. Ill be around here. Your old man always has something for everyone to do. Now go quickly." she said ushering me out into the cold rain with a sweatshirt in my hand. Pulling it on I throw the bag over my shoulder and run. I don't know where but I do. I had to leave this property. Do exactly what ummie said. But this means I would live on the street for now. I can do this. It will be just like when We went to go help the hungry. I'll live like that. Running and running and running continued down till the edge of town. The rain was pouring down harder by now as I hid under the trees next to a gravel road for protection. Through my clothes my blonde hair was drenched and my body soaking wet. Where was I to go? I have no where no place to go. Maybe I'll find a place. Very soon.