'The love of a parent is one of a kind. it always is there for you, inspires you, makes you want to do better, and also makes you want to question yourself every single time.
This one time long way back when I was in 5th grade, my mom told me a story. A story of the time I was born.
According to her, I was a little early and thus unexpected. My mother had never been into labor; me being the first child and hence screamed in agony and pain to a pitch audible to two rooms from the room my mother was birthing me. When I was finally out, my mother had transformed from utter affliction and torment to utter amazement and astonishment. My dad seemed to have been dazzled in the wonderment that is me and he kissed my mother. Both being teary and unable to speak in fascination, they could be just in awe while my mother held me in her arms.
I wonder if my parents have been exchanged from a parallel world.
I had a total of six pets including the one have right now. One of them's Fretty. A dog. Now the word fret means to be in a constant state of anxiousness and Fretty was always anxious. More like hyperactive. Always running here and there and barking. I hardly remember him just laying around being lousy on his bed.
I was his favorite. He would always roam in a circle around me and on my lap. He never liked to be petted except the time when he would be either tired from being anxious or whenever he would be in the mood for it.
Though Fretty having a bed, he would rarely sleep on it. He always preferred being in the same bed with me; all cozy and warmed up.
To be honest, Fretty was my best friend until he got sick and died.
It was very difficult for me to do anything without him...
After Fretty died, it seemed my ability to study died with him too. Because after he died, I realized why to study so hard for the better tomorrow when it isn't even promised to us that there will be a tomorrow. So why not live life like it's your last?
Unfortunately, this little thought failed to surpass through my parents' brain. I have been beaten, abused for being so casual about my average performance in studies.
It isn't fair for my father to exert all of his tension and stress on me. Father has been demoted in my 10th grade and since then his target would be me. All his frustrations of various bills and daily expenses would be reflected on me often. And every time it would be on my studies. And I wonder why mom supports him for doing so.
It isn't like I haven't tried to do better but whenever I try to do better, I end up standing against my own belief. And thus, cannot concentrate on it.
I know nothing remains permanent in life and thus, this too shall pass. And being their son, I would forgive them both of the torment they've given to me but I found myself losing faith in that. However, every leap of faith was restored by the girl with the red purse. She has given me enough strength to do something with my life and meet her again after establishing myself in something.
To,
The unknown girl with the red purse.
From,
Love, 7509.'