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ARGUE ARGUE
"I'm home" Entering the house she was greeted by the smell of alcohol. She knew her mom was drinking again it was the third time this week. It was getting annoying, her mom would drink and wake up later tired
And today is no different, the same thing will happen again
She starts wearing her headphones and doing her chores, cleaning out the kitchen.
After almost finishing cleaning out the kitchen table that was filled with alcohol. Her mind was clouded again by the certain guitarist that had been on her mind now, unknowingly a smile started to grow on her face
but then her mother walked by saw this scene and approached her
Her mom speaks to her lowly "You look happy. Do you have a new boyfriend?" Yiseul didn't hear her and continued minding her business.
Her mom tapped her to catch her attention
"Yiseul-ah I understand if you wanted to be in a relationship but consider seeing how me and that man ended up being" By that 'man' she meant her father, Yiseul was already tired of the same lectures.
"Tell me what you want I can provide it to you. Just please don't be in a relationship." They were not rich but they were not average either. She was born pretty privileged as seeing their growing family business.
Their family was an average directing company and that resulted in her owning a camera as a kid. That is why she loved photography as well.
But this time she was thinking of going to a guitar lesson.
There's just this aching feeling that every time she looks at a guitar she can feel the urge to learn it and be desperate to strike the string
growing a passion in her to play the guitar
"Can I perhaps learn to play a guitar?" She stood up and took a pretty acoustic guitar out of the store, it was clean and obviously taken care of by the girl
But something about the guitar happened to trigger the mom as she widened her eyes, she could sense her mom getting déjà vu. Her eyes were vulnerable as she quickly looked away...
"No. Anything but music."
"But mom-" "I said no. Gosh, there are thousands of hobbies you could've picked.." she repeated louder
"Mom please, You've permitted me to do whatever I want already but why? Why do you disapprove of me playing music?" At this point she was desperate
"I'm just trying to protect you, Yiseul. I don't want you to make the same mistakes I did."
"Mistakes? Please, mom. If you just tell me what it is, maybe I can help you"
"No! What had been done has been done. You cannot change the past whatsoever"
"I can avoid it! Then I won't end up like you! Please, Mom." She can see her mom giving her a hopeless look
"You have no idea what I went through with your father" her mom mumbled. She could see her mom's eyes watered.
Her mom was always sensitive about her father as he was abusive and even the subject of him would trigger her
Yiseul heard her mom's mumbling and asked "What does that have to do with my passion for music? That's your life and you've already messed up"
"You think I wanted that? I stayed for you, to provide a stable home!" Her mom suddenly breaks out. "I did the best I could! You're ungrateful and selfish!"
Yiseul sniffles. She hated how she was always sensitive to loud screaming or scolding.
Ok then, if her mom won't approve of her, she will do it herself so that she can play music.
Yiseul grabs a bag and starts packing "I need to get away from you and all this pain. I have to prove to you that I can survive on my own"
"Ahn Yiseul, please, don't leave. We can work through this." Her mom finally lowered her voice
"No, Mom. I need to find my path and heal from the past. Goodbye." Yiseuls walked out the door
