Belong

- I don't wanna move! It's the fourth time this year! Tears slowly fell down my chin, and the pain was burning trough me.

-Juni, it's time and you know that, they can't find out! Nothing is made for us! My dad yelled after me with a mad serious tone.

-Why? Cant know what, You know, forget it! You never tell me anything after mum died! My chin was itching after the pain and I felt the regret making me wanna throw up. Neither my dad or me were the same after she passed away.

My dad immediately stopped his argument. He took his glass of water and pushed it away on the other side of the table. He frustrated stood up, turned around and walked with certain steps away from me. I took a deep breath and laid my head in my hands.

Years pass and still even if it's 365 days in the year, it can't seem to happen anything new in these after all. Every year is the same, move, move and move, that's all. It's like this world ain't made for us.

Where do we, or "I" belong?