A New Leaf

The Hardest Part of It.

A dog. I need a new dog. I tell my mom, but she says no. She says it's too hard to take care of a puppy, while she is working 24 hours, and that I'm at school. I don't get mad, because I do understand. I guess it won't work. It just would've been nice to have someone or something to be happy with me.

Now that I'm in a completely new school, my lunch table only consists of me. I am the only one in group projects. And none of my classmates want to talk with me. It sucks, yeah. It's only because of what I look like. I do, in fact, look normal. Just not to them.

My dad and mom met in Hiroshima in 1995. We fell in love in just one look, my mom tells me. She said If everything was to turn out different, she would've had me with someone else. I guess the love they had never lasted. She told me the story once, too. How when she had me, the world stopped around her. She told me the story's her and my dad had together. And then, how my dad had an affair. She told me that she never wanted it to end up like this. She said she would rather not tell me at all, but she knew she had to tell me the truth. She really hasn't been the same since.
A few months ago, my dad knocked on our door in our little house in Seoul, South Korea. He was drunk, and my mom pushed him out of our front steps. They were talking from what I saw in the window. My mom seemed angry, annoyed, vexed. My dad, completely dazed. That's when a few months later, my mom announced we would be moving. She got a new job offer at the New York Art Academy, which she had been hoping for for years. It was her dream to move to America, and teach art. And now, she definitely wanted to get out of Seoul because of my dad. I felt a little invisible, like I didn't have a say in if we were moving or not, but my mom would move wether I liked it or not.
We packed up everything in our small house, and I looked at the wall where my mom put my height over the year. I have grown. I am now 14, so I am at least 5'3 or 5'4. My mom told us we had to go to catch the first flight, so I took a deep breath and walked out. We drove off, and I looked at my phone to see if any of my friends messaged me. I was officially leaving, and nobody even cared.