What Perfect Life?

C H A P T E R 1

Here I am. 

Back on the front porch of my 'home sweet home'.

At least that's what people call their house.

What's up with that?

I can't tell the difference between a home and house. Is there even a different? Or do people just made that up?

Who even created those two words?

How did they even come up with those words?

Nyeh. I don't know.

If someone was living in my head, I'm pretty sure that they'll just get confused.

I can see why.

Hm.

The house seems pretty empty and dark.

Oh.

Dad's not home.

It's been 3 days already, how long will he be gone this time?

I know everyone will probably assume that my dad is like a bad dad who always got home drunk or not even home at all. But that's actually not the case. 

This is not that kind of story.

 My dad is just really busy with his job in the government. He has to travel to a lot of places. Which I'm proud of actually, but this job of his made him not being in the house that often. And I kinda miss when all of my family members are in the house. But the thing is, they're not even in the same country.

And I guess my dad kind of forgot to tell me where he's heading.

"Um, Susan is asking if you're going to eat or not."

"Later."

"Okay."

That's my brother.

it's just me and my brother in the house right now.

Well, not really.

Susan is here with her daughter. My grandpa and grandma is also here. Laura is also here to take care of my grandma. But I spend most of my time in my room anyway, so I don't really see them that much.

I should probably go and eat dinner.

Don't want to make Susan's daughter hungry.