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Chapter 1

A/N:  I'm going to give some background first so please don't get too bored with this first chapter.  I hope you enjoy it.  

Wayo POV

"Yo! You have too much stuff!! How can you have this much stuff in this tiny apartment?" Shane whines.

Why did I even ask for his help in the first place? Oh, yeah. I didn't. He came over complaining that I was taking too long to pack up everything and he just jumped right in to help me. Well, let me make a mental note to just throw him out of my place the next time around. Luckily, my dorm room at the university is just like an apartment and I'll have plenty of room for everything. If not, I will send some of it to the house to put in my room there.

I demand, "If you came to help, then shut up and help. If not, then leave. I can do this by myself."

I should just throw him out now. I don't need to put up with his attitude while I'm trying to clean and pack at the same time. I decide to bury my frustrations with Shane in the many boxes that I have yet to pack and I'll leave the verbal games alone for now.

With my frustrations fueling me, I quickly pack my stuff and clean my apartment. I'm surprised that I didn't end up breaking my broom as it took most of my anger. Next time, I will agree to have my dad pay for a cleaning and moving crew.

As I think of my dad, I can't stop the smile that bubbles up and onto my face. I think he is slowly becoming the dad that I use to know. He has even called me many times over the past two years. His new wife is finally bringing my old dad back. When I originally agreed to come to the United States for my education, I didn't think it was any different than living at home with my dad since he had completely buried himself in his work after mom passed away. My dad was getting so bad that he didn't even remember my birthday anymore. It was as if I had lost both my parents when my mom died. It was so hard on me and moving to the United States for my education didn't seem any different than staying in Thailand. My dad had pretty much left me already.

Shoot, the last time that I was back was four years ago when I went back over the semester break. I barely saw my dad and I finally just left early because my dad was never home. I did leave a note for him on the kitchen counter. I still remember my words. I was so hurt, and I wanted my dad to realize that he was going to lose me completely if he kept up with his current actions.

Dad –

I've decided to go back to the United States early. I know that I was supposed to stay for another week, but I have barely seen you in the first week that I was here, so it isn't going to make any difference if I stay or go. The end result is the same. I won't see you.

Mom would be so mad if she saw what you have become. She was always about family and making sure that we spend plenty of time together, but since she has passed away, you have gradually turned into a person that I don't even know. You have abandoned your son, your family. I, on the other hand, have lost both my parents and the hardest part is that the one is still alive, but chooses to ignore me. I'm sure if mom could talk to you, she would ask for you to be happy again and if that means finding another love, then do it.

At this point, I'm not coming back home until you change who you are, and my dad actually returns.

Love,

Wayo

As I think about my letter, my eyes begin to tear up. I remember the pain because my dad didn't call me for over six months after I left but one day, he finally did call. He apologized for his behavior and said that he was sorry. He said that he never realized what I was going through and he said that the only time he could completely forget about my mom was when he was buried in his work. I stopped him in his tracks with my one question, "Why do you want to forget?" He couldn't answer, and I didn't know what to say after that. I finally told him that I needed to go and then I hung up on my dad.