Call Me By Your Name( Editing )

Amber

Hullo there.

Now we all must be wondering.. (or maybe just me idk y'all better play along with me)

How did I end up driving my brother and I to the airport with these two plane tickets of London to Seoul in my hands?

We're about to find out in this episode of keeping up with the Huang's this week.

Okay I know, bad joke I take it back :P

So yeah this is me, Amber if you haven't already guessed by the chapter title. I'm a hairstylist with a super problematic family.

Wow what a perfect summary of my life.

Growing up I wasn't your typical girly daughter of a rich dad. I played with toy soldiers and cars not kitchen sets and Barbie dolls. And this is where dad should have known he was in for a ride with me lol.

People always expected a lot from me which really sucked and made me act out on various accounts.

So imagine me, your typical tomboy as a 8 year old stuck in a baby pink sundress at a tea party surrounded by people who acted as if we were in Victorian times.

Things went downhill when mum literally left us after Renjun was born.
I mean he was just a baby how could she do this to him?

This is why I hate the concept of marriage and having kids tbh.

She told me she needed to runaway. She felt like she was trapped in a cage and I get her point. But seeing their arguments increasing in number leading to them ultimately not talking to each other was worse and I somehow accepted her decision.

After the divorce mum and I kept in touch but I was just so mad at her deep down that I asked her to have minimal interaction with Renjun.

It was for my little brother's sake, I just had to do it otherwose he'd be torn apart between the two. Tbh I just wanted to erase her out of his life... And of mine too.

Dad loved us so much. He just sucked at expressing it. He did small gestures and all but he was just... Sad. He loved mom so much. He still wasn't over her.

Now I don't know exactly how but my attention seeking rebel ass ended up with lot of tattoos some piercings here and there and short dyed hair that changed colours with the season :)

But then she came back. And I gave in to my anti-mom resistance movement. I missed her... I hate to admit but I did. And I thought, hey maybe things will get better now that mum has her shit together. But boy was I wrong.

Just knowing the fact that my baby brother goes to therapy kills me. I mean sure I had my teenage angst moments when I was his age which made me the typical leather jacket rebel but he was just... Sad and depressed.

Was it my fault? How did I let this happen? I was supposed to protect him.

I guess now was my time to not fail him. So I stormed into his room and found him engrossed in his art file.

I saw him stare at the same page for a solid 5 minute and got restless and ended up knocking a book down to make him aware of my presence (oops)

He looked at me speechless.

"Hi?" I sat beside him.

"Oh." He turned his head towards me and stared at me as if he was registering my existence in slow motion

"Why are you sitting on the floor?" I asked him.

He closed the file and slid it under the bed. "Uhh.. I wanted to become one with the carpet?" He patted the old grey carpet with an uncertain smile.