Walls

Chapter 1 part1

a/n: If there is no specific who's POV was written that would automatically mean that it is the main character's POV.

Italicized quoted sentences are thoughts.

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"This is it. I am already here." I look around the whole place.

"This is definitely going to be my place."

I let out a sigh.

It feels weird to be suddenly independent.

I checked the balcony.

It showed me a good view of New York's skyline.

I am loving it so far.

I wondered when would I feel the famous "home sickness". OFWs often complain about it. The feeling of missing your family, your home, your home town. Some says they feel it immediately upon reaching the new country. Well, I think I am lucky that I don't feel it yet.

I let out a sigh and moved my things in my bedroom.

I went here in New York to work and help my family back in the Philippines.

My dad worked really hard to sustain our family's need.

My mom died when I was in about my last year in nursing school so Dad was left with the responsibility of letting me finish my studies, along with sustaining my younger brother's (he was on 2nd year college back then) and my little sister's education (who was just starting schooling).

My dad had so much load that I knew that I just have to take part of it.

As soon as I became a registered nurse in the Philippines, I worked and focused on working over seas to be able to help them more.

I saved up money to sustain every thing that I would need.

I left only after I made sure I'll be able to live here comfortable enough. I wanted to work here comfortably not be a slave so I made sure I'll live in my own place.

It was quite hard, having to call something as my own here when I was just starting my career but I really wanted to have something I could call my own.

I am now living in a foreign country, with foreign cultures. I just have to have some place I can call mine, my home for one.

"And since Ill be calling you my own, Ill have to be comfortable around you." I thought

I started stripping my clothes off leaving only my undies.

I have always been conservative. I grew up with a conservative country, I grew up with a pretty conservative family. And now I am in a place where no one knows how conservative I was, this is my first step.

Don't get me wrong. I have my goals set and I ain't here to have a vacation. I just wanted to do what I want to do. And this is just what I want. This is my way of liberation.

I laughed at myself.

I just wanted to be comfortable here in my place and I already talked about liberation.

I shook my head.

I am way too defensive.

I felt hunger as I finished organizing my things.

I looked at my place.

It is just enough for me. Just the right size and its fully furnished.

I have all the basics I would need. My kitchen has basic appliances that would help me make a decent meal.

But right now since I haven't done groceries yet, I would settle first with the sandwiches my grandma made me before I left.

I placed the sandwich in the microwave and got a glass of water.

As I was on my way to the couch, the door suddenly flew open then came in a flushed looking guy.

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