"Otousan, i'm home."
i stepped past the doormat littered with blossoms and placed my schoolbag on the floor.
i could hear the sound of a pot boiling on the stove
the smell of sticky rice and egg filled the air.
i hoped he hadn't been at it for too long without me
i didn't like leaving him alone.
"Sora-chan, how was school?"
he stood with his back to me
folding the tamagoyaki.
his scruffy black hair filled with steam as he turned to look at me.
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he smiled and i wanted to cry for his sadness
but i didn't.
"the usual," i replied. "how was your day?"
"the usual," he said
then turned back to the stove and continued stirring.
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Through Viridian Seas
Short Story❝ the world has taken away who i really am. who i want to be. ❞ in which loneliness is washed away by a sea of blue-green beauty. ❄girlxgirl❄a cellphone novel❄complete❄ #152 in short story | 28/7/17 © 2017 salmonskinroll written 21/5 to 27/7/17
