The Taste of Loneliness a wdw fanfic

Athazagoraphobia

Athazagoraphobia. The fear of getting forgotten.

It is difficult not to have your father around you to support you when you're about to discover new things in your life.

My classmates were always talking about their dads doing stuff for them. Having barbeque parties, having picnics and a simple family vacation to somewhere during holidays.

But I never had the chance to do them all in my childhood. I often try to make new friends and pick random topics to talk about with the people in my school. The language was different there but they can speak English too.

I always try not to be alone because I'm afraid of being forgotten.

I hate it. But no one would understand my feelings! My Mum will just ignore me sometimes because she will have tons of work to do every single day. Sometimes she will even forget to pick me up from school and I will have to get a taxi to go home.

Usually she will get home after midnight but I don't take it seriously because I'm used to it already.

Even though, she looks totally fine but she used to cry back in those days when we first moved in to Malaysia.

She would quickly wipe away her tears and try to give me a fake smile when I enter her room. I was just 5 at that moment but the fake smile can barely make me believe that everything was okay.

I often hear her crying in her room. I know the pain. Ive been with her all these years but she had never shared her problems with me.

She thinks that her decision was right. But in reality,it was the worst she could ever make.

Leaving your husband and son behind and moving in to a new country just to make money is not easy.

This made my Mum to be depressed but she still went to her work place to earn money.

"This is just the beginning" she thought.

So she continued working day-by-day and it went up to months. From months it went to years. Now, here we are standing infront our house. OUR HOUSE. 9 years werent easy.