𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝑩𝒐𝒚 // 𝑩𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒈𝒐 𝑭𝑭.

𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆: 𝑴𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈.

Authors Note:
It's been a long time since I've written on here, so any of you who end up finding this and were following me before, please forgive my absence.
Enjoy~!

Ever since I was little and knew what the world was about, right and wrong, anything like that, my family was struggling financially.
My mom would always try her best to keep her jobs, but she'd never get far because the people she worked with would spread false information about her, and itd always get her fired in the end. But this if from wht I've heard, I could be wrong.
My father, he barely tried, like mom, he'd always get fired, but it'd always be because of his own actions.

Years later, shortly after turning 13, my mom got killed one night in a car crash on her way home from work. It was a really emotional time for both of us, it hit me harder cuz I had a bit of a stronger relationship with her than anyone, even my father.

After everything passed, my dad decided to get a job again, and things seemed to go well. For the next few months things were going smoothly, everything was nice. Then, near the end of november that same year, he came home early from work.

He was told by his boss that he was no longer needed there, that his actions meant nothing at that point.

Because of this my father's actions and emotional state went down the drain faster than you could fall down a flight of stairs.

After about 2 weeks of being kicked from his good paying job, he went back to his state before, barely willing to help out anymore, and began relying on me to do everything.

But seeing how I was only 13, almost 14, I couldn't get a job, yet. Even though my father knew I couldn't do much at the age that I was, he began blaming and getting mad at me.

Telling me that it's my fault that my mom is gone, that I'm the one to blame that we are failing financially, anything like that.

I tried to not let it get to me, and at the start, it went okay, but then as the harsh words went on, it got to me.

Now that I'm 17, almost 18 in about 4 months, all the pain that my father has brought to me has become numb.

I'm just glad that he's still sane enough to know that one of us needs a job, we both can't keep relying on me and my part time job, I've still gotta focus on school, like that matters to him though...

Just under a month ago, he applied for a job that would help build us back up and put us in a good spot in society once again, and he got the job.

But what he didn't fully realize, was that the job was in Musutafu, a place in Japan. This was quite far from where we are living.

After about a week, and a few phone calls later, we end up moving, and that's where I am now.

Alongside my father, the both of us walk into our new home, then we begin unpacking our things.

If you've read this far, I hope you enjoyed reading, I'll be happy if you stick around for more, until next time~

(Date Started: March 29, 2020.
Date Finished & Published: March 29, 2020.
(582 words.))