Overgrown

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I stared at the back of the house and wondered how my parents could think this was a great idea. I stared at them embracing with stars in their eyes as they looked at each other and then stared at the disaster in the backyard. Another reminder that I inherited my pragmatic nature from my unpopular maternal grandfather. Staring at these crazy parents of mine I felt a pang of sympathy for Grandpa Jonjon.

There was a jungle behind our new home. “Look at bush!” I stated. “Imagine all the things we can do with it. Don’t you see it?” Dad asked hugging Mom even tighter. I often felt alone around them because I couldn’t even see what they dreamed up. They owned a very successful home construction company and they led the five-star design team. I just helped out with the paperwork, make sure there are groceries and I am proud  of that. I wasn’t proud to be living in front of a jungle.

“They’ll be cutting it all down today. Besides it’s just a bit overgrown, like you” laughed my mother. I hated being teased about my height which I also shared with Grandpa. “I think you should cut me out too,” I replied. My parents turned around quickly and we stared at each other. They were always a pair and so different from me who, at seventeen, was even taller than my father. I felt like an alien living with them. Our decisions, outlook and likes were complete opposites. I really didn’t want to move away from the few people who I shared a bond with so that my parents could play with more projects and film reality shows. I treasured my privacy and my comfortable routine. I didn’t want any part of this new stage.

We had a family meeting and my mother cried, but I stood firm. The truth was out and I couldn’t stop talking about not wanting to be part of their company. My parents were shocked and halted all work. We talked at home then out at dinner. I finally told them about the robotics tournament I and my friends had won and the A.I scholarship in Japan I’d applied for. My parents had not even realised that I loved robotics. I had hidden it because I didn’t think they’d get it, but I realised I was wrong when my father said, “Michael, if that is what you want then we support you.” “Always tell us what you want. Don’t be afraid to talk to us,” affirmed Mom. Not communicating with my parents was the worst thing I could have done. We held hands and promised to spend more time listening to each other’s decisions.

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So you've got difficult parents, right?

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I wanted to make these parents a bit weird but they don't seem crazy enough. 🤣🤣🤣

This character has outgrown is parents' space and wants to create his own. Basically, he wants to be respected as an adult.

He also has dreams and ambition.

What's your ambition?

I think it's strange that I like this one. I'll probably extend it. We'll see.

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