When We Met

Chapter 2

Sunday night, tomorrow would be my first day in college. Like everyone I never expect anything great from college. Like in my school days, I will be left out by everyone, no friends, no fun, nothing. I sat on the window panel to look at the peaceful sky. The air gushed in as soon as I opened the window. Its noise was very loud when it collided with the walls of the dark, empty room.

The room only has types of furniture but nothing to put on it. The shelves that were once filled with hundreds of books are now empty. The desk that had many photo frames was all removed and the wardrobe had only as little as five sets of clothes. I didn't dare look at the moon. It's not my place to look at something so bright. I don't deserve it.

First aid box. I should get it now. After opening the door I peeked out to see if the living room was empty. Only after confirming it, did I step out of the room. I clenched my left arm and swiftly entered the kitchen without making any sound. I don't wanna wake him up. I pulled out the box and then ran back to my room on tiptoe.

I am used to this now. Sneaking in first aid or money wasn't a big deal for me. I cleaned up the wound and applied the ointment then started rolling the bandage, one end in my mouth and the other rolling around the wound. A knot. Done. Not a big deal. There wasn't much bleeding, just a little cut. I didn't want to go with a bandage on my first day but it's fine not like anyone is even going to notice. I just have to work hard and be able to earn. Yes, that's all I have to do.

The clock clicked at past twelve. It was time to sleep. I have work to do the next morning. After closing the first aid. I threw myself in the bed and pulled the blanket that had a hundred holes now. But it's fine. It is not that cold.

When the sun rose in the morning, I woke up too with the same ridiculous alarm noise. I lazily swept out of bed and walked outside on the cold floor. Time to work. I quickly started preparing breakfast. Poha was the only thing I could find so I didn't have to put much effort into deciding what to make. After that, I started cleaning up. When everything was clean and clear, I took a bath.

I finished it quickly and started packing up my bag and ironing my clothes. Ready. I pulled out my account book and sat at my study table. Without knowing it was already past breakfast time. I forgot to wake dad up. It's already nine. Dad's room was just near mine.

This house is that huge enough for two people to leave in but yet sometimes I feel it is empty and big as a black hole. Two rooms might have been enough but there were three. A vast living room that is mostly empty and a dining table that gets no stains. The kitchen is only used twice a day. For breakfast and dinner. I and dad both eat their lunch outside. This place is no longer home just a place to come back to after every day.

"Dad, it's past nine. Wake up!" I knocked on his door. Then I picked up my breakfast and went back in. I have hardly seen my dad's face since that day. He too never dared to come in front of me. We live in the same house but not together.

The door of dad's room snapped open. The oven made it's sound too. He was already awake. Was he waiting for me? What a foolish old man! After an hour he left, snapping the door hard like always.

I finally went out and sat with my books on the sofa in the living room. He must have reached down. After arranging my things I peeked at the ground floor. He clumsily rushed out of the building in a white shirt and black pants with a black bag in his hand as always. He didn't even glance up once, just walked straight out through the gate.

That's my dad.

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