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Falling hard for someone isn't the most painful part of love. Falling for someone you know is your soulmate but loves someone else is. But then again, love comes with a cost. It doesn't guarantee you happiness or pain. When you start loving a person, you'll begin in between luck and misfortune. Unfortunately for me, I was on the latter.
I grew up despising the concept of love, my parents weren't the best examples. As a kid, I would hide at the corners, silently mourning for their dying marriage. Father wants to prolong the family's picture-perfect image until I reached the age where I could understand the situation. My beloved mother on the other hand had another wish for herself. And that is for them to separate so she can return to the real love of her life.
Father's request didn't convince my mother. The next morning I woke up to her packing up her things. What I can't accept is that I adore her more than my father. But now she's leaving, without any plans of bringing me along. It hurt me a ton seeing her look at me with those apologetic eyes, yet she was hesitant. "Mom, Lili will go with you?" I softly tugged the hem of her dress.
She faintly smiled and patted my head. "Mom will go alone, Lili will stay with Dada" tears trickled down my innocent face, to be left by the person you shared your life with is comparable to losing someone because of death. The thought of not seeing them anymore or feeling their touch scared me. I was a crying mess as I run to my mother who's having a hard time escaping from my hold.
At the door, my father needed to carry me to remove my clinging arm. I was wailing and having convulsions reaching out for my mother. I watched with my own eyes how she hastily entered a maroon SUV and drove away. Father isn't the best man in the world, but he is the parent who I deserve. He took care of me, dressed, and feed me. He would occasionally bring me to an orphanage he and mom used to visit. They're volunteers who donate to charities. And this one is their favorite.
And will be mine too. It was difficult for me to socialize since I was an only child. However, this was ended by a certain girl who was enthusiastic about the new puzzle she received. Children our age weren't that ecstatic about the game. They were more into guns and dollhouses. I felt sadder when her smiles evaporated as her hands lowered the rectangular box. They didn't want to play with her.
I remembered my mother telling me that I should never let anyone feel alone. Recalling her words, somewhat made me think I don't hate her. Because her reminders taught me how to live. I poked my father's shoulder and pointed at the little girl pouting. He understood immediately and permitted me to go. I skipped to the girl and shyly cleared my throat. "Hi, I'm Lisa" In a small voice I offered my hand to hers. When she glanced in my direction, I averted my eyes elsewhere.
Her swollen eyes made her cheeks fluffier. She looked like the stuffed animal I have back at home, the brown tiny bear I would hug for me to fall asleep. She wiped her tears and stared at me, I was nervous. "I'm Jennie" her cute name suits her. "Do you want me to help you?" I stuttered. "Would you?" she was surprised. I nodded in series and awkwardly sat a meter apart from her. "Where do we start?"
