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I turn the key in the lock on my front door and I push it open. Just as I step in I see someone at the top of the stairs.
"Holy shit!" I jump. I'm not used to coming home and seeing someone in the house.
"It's nice to see you too, honey." My mom says. She's lugging a suitcase down the stairs.
"Tell me you're unpacking that?" I ask.
"Sorry, no." She answers. If you thought I had a normal mom, you thought wrong. My parents are young because they had me when they were just in college, which I don't mind. Except for my mom doesn't seem to have grown up since then. She's majorly obsessed with crystals, tarot cards, and borderline witch-craft. Now I don't have an issue with any of this stuff, but she puts these interests before anything else, including me.
My dad is somewhat similar in that he trusts me to live basically on my own while he travels the world for photography and art.
They make a good couple, these two, because they travel together, going on adventures and chasing their dreams. If they weren't my parent figures, maybe I'd have some more admiration for them.
I've given up on trying to get them to stay home for more than a week, because they just find life here so boring. And honestly, I don't blame them. But sometimes I wish I didn't have to eat dinner alone all the time. It got old pretty quickly.
"Where to next?" I ask.
"Quebec." My dad answers, jogging down the stairs with just his backpack and satchel. My dad is a minimalist, while my mom takes two suitcases just for her jade rollers collection.
"Where in the world is that?" I ask. "Just so I know where to send a postcard to."
"We'll be back before you know it." My dad says. "And it's in Canada. North of America."
"That's far."
"The world is only as large as you imagine it to be, honey." My mom answers. "Oh!" she takes something out of her pocket. "I nearly forgot. I got these in Chile, where the best hot springs in the world are." she hands me two bracelets made of some sort of crystal. one light green and one dark blue. "Give one to Sunwoo. These will give you power through the school year, and cleanse your spirit."
"Thanks, mom." I slide them both on my wrist and she smiles with satisfaction. I wonder if she's okay with leaving me home alone all the time because she thinks all the crystals in the house will protect me from evil.
"Call if you need anything." My dad adjusts the lens on his camera.
"Remember, we're just a light leap away." My mom waves.
"We love you!" He grabs one of mom's suitcases and they exit the house again.
"Bye." I say as they close the door.
If only they could have stayed a few more hours, just until dinner.
But alas, they must go on another spiritual journey together.
I quickly speed through my homework. Teachers have always told me that I'm smart. But the lack of motivation from home to do well in school has put me off track. I get all my assignments done, but they're not always thorough because I want it over with. But that's okay, because in a household where there are no expectations and no sibling to live up to, I'm the star student.
After that I open the fridge. Half of the shelves are filled with gua shas and skincare things that apparently need to be chilled.
I find a pack of ramen somewhere in the kitchen and I prepare it for myself.
