Under The Cursed Tree

Under The Cursed Tree - Chapter One

I groan as I get up in my bed, it's going to be a long day. For sure, dad and mom already went to the hospital or worse; they did not even get home as of this morning. I've been used to it since i was young, don't get me wrong but i have a strong bond with my parents and i understand that they need to save lives. It's 7:00 o'clock already, I need to start my daily ritual for goodness of the Earth.

I forcibly drag my ass to the corner of my room to get my mat and start meditation. Meditating since I was 15 get me used to it, my psychiatrist told me that it is the best for my condition.

Inhale. Exhale.

With fifteen minutes spent on focusing in my inner peace and focus, I now drag my ass down the kitchen and prepare for my breakfast. Turning on the stove which is very easy to use and has a good quality. Got some scrambled egg and yogurt, hope it'll do. It was funny that I used to eat at least one egg a day, as I've said 'my daily ritual for the goodness of the Earth'.

WOOF ! WOOF ! WOOF ! My princes and princess are coming, my cutie little toy poodles.

Living here in a 3 story house with 5 bedrooms is quiet tedious so I requested to have toy poodles from my parents, luckily they agreed. My toy poodles were named Theo, Thalia, and Toby. Apparently, I need to go to the pet parlor and let 'em groom.

My body still don't adopt the environment here in California, and still don't understand why my parents dragged me here though I am okay living with my grandparents in Italy, my grandparent were well-off and decided to spend the days after their retirement in Italy then asked me to join them and why not ? I've been living there for almost 2 years to focus building myself again.

After a few hours binge watching some classics, playing violin and feeding my poodles, I've decided to get ready. I still need to buy some school stuff and to groom my babies.

Shower. Toothbrush. Skincare. Dress up. And now I am ready.

I wear a customized high-cut shoes, I paint daisies and clouds because it's my shoes and I have the right to paint it. As for my pants, I've had a brown ankle length corduroy pants and lastly, for my top, a plain white cotton shirt. I've got all my stuff in Italy which is great because it is surely well-made and class. What do I expect from Italian fashion, anyway.

I've bought 3 deck stroller for my babies so that I am sure that they will not ran away. It's 3 vs 1 so I need to use some brain.

My poodles are already in my car and my phone vibrated telling me that someone is calling. I urgently slid my arm to my pocket to see who's calling.

Mom.

"Casey, are you there in the pet parlor already?" Mom ask

"I am about to go there, then you call" I answer

"Love, could you please go here in the hospital first before you head in the pet parlor. We could eat lunch together" Mom said. It's not that I don't want to eat lunch with them but I am still new to this kind of set-up.

"Uhm, okay" I answer

"We'll wait for you, love. See yah" Mom reply, then hang up.

The ride to the hospital where my parents work was 30 minutes ride from our home. During my ride I've saw some family doing picnic, squad who's hanging out outside even a couple making out at the side of the road, gross.

The hospital was a private one. Btw, my parents are high school couple and decided to make me after they graduated college and before going to medical school. Funny, right? They were risk-taker. They love to multi-task. Studying medicine while watching a toddler was not easy. Hands up for my parents.