Maybe. Someone special said that the more I tell him about my life the more he understands how lonely I was. And he's right, I was lonely. My parents were working and they bought me things and I was somewhat happy, but nannies raised me. When we did all go out together food was somehow always involved.
Dad would sneak out of his office and pick me up from home, and bring me to the mall and we'd eat some noodles.
Mom would bring home cake to celebrate when she was leaving for Japan on a business trip.
They both left me when I chose to support my school's cheering competition when I was about ten or eleven, instead of going to Singapore. I had already gone several times, anyway.
Food was also an indication that the family was doing well. To me, little food meant bad things were happening.
Huh. The things you can remember when someone comments during the right time.
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Dad would sneak out of his office and pick me up from home, and bring me to the mall and we'd eat some noodles.
Mom would bring home cake to celebrate when she was leaving for Japan on a business trip.
They both left me when I chose to support my school's cheering competition when I was about ten or eleven, instead of going to Singapore. I had already gone several times, anyway.
Food was also an indication that the family was doing well. To me, little food meant bad things were happening.
Huh. The things you can remember when someone comments during the right time.
Reading about the history of journals over at
writers_anonymous is really helpful, thanks sakurablossom <3
