There is a lot of love stories, but mine is unusual not to say "bizarre" or yet... terrifying, let's start from the begining...
My name is Alexander Espinosa but most people calls me Alex, im 21 years old and i was born on Nuevo Leon, Mex., I grew up in a middle-low neighborhood, my dad works as an industrial engineer and my mom is a teacher in a kindergarden both are from mexico too, although we aren't rich what we have is enough to live fully. Now it is 5 pm, I come home after a long day in my photography business, I studied a career as a photographic illustrator while I was at my college, my parents said that career would not give me enough to live comfortably, they were wrong, while i was on my college i used to take pictures for money, that helped me alot, then i graduated and 3 months later I managed to open my business where I take photos of events such as weddings, baptisms, birthdays, etc., rarely I get a call to take photos for an important event, thats were i get more payment, i upload my pictures on tumblr to share my job, it makes me happy how the people enjoys the pictures i take, and sometimes poeple on the internet pays me to use my pictures.
I always receive some comments on my tumblr like..
"i like your job!"
"your pictures are amazing"
"Keep it like that!"
It fills my heart with joy when i see this type of comments, of course there are comments about people who disagree with my job, not to say they hate what i do, but.. i dont care about those haters.
— volví!... — said alex with a tired sigh opening the door in front of him.
— Hola Alex! como te fue en el trabajo? — Alex's mom replayed happilly.
— estuvo bien... la comida esta lista?— said Alex hanging up his jacket.
— mhm! hice tu favorito, carne molida con arroz — she smiles.
— oh bien.. gracias mamá— leaves his suitcase on the sofa.
—Alex! que te dije sobre tu maleta?— she said putting her hands on her hips.
—ah.. perdón mamá— Alex regrabs his suitcase going upstairs to his room.
She is my mom, she is so motherly with me, since i was a child she wanted me to be a man like my dad, she made sure i have what i need and to have a good job when i get older, when I told her that I wanted to be a photographer, she got mad because she thought that I didn't want to have a proper job, she wanted me to be an engineer like my dad, but honestly I didn't want pressure on my life, and my dad also got mad, he said i would be a parasite on my home due my career, but here i am, a successful photographer with a well-sustained business.
—Alex! tu plato esta servido!— Alex's mon yelled.
— ah.. si!. voy mamá!— said alex checking his phone on his room.
— hola familia! — said Alex's father getting inside and closing the door behind him.
—Hola papá— said alex comming down stairs.
— Hola hijo, que tal tu día?— he said comming to the dining table.
— editando fotos y realizando montages..— said alex sitting on the dining table.
—bienvenido querido!— Alex's mom greets her husband.
Everyday dining is always a chat around us three, we always chat when we eating, telling our experiences and what happened recently, i love my familly, in case you were thinking, yes i have a sister but she has now her home and her job but the think is.. she is 3 years younger than me, how this happened? Let me give you a quick resume.. she is a youtuber. got a crush on a fan of her and she moved away to the USA to live with his boyfriend, now days his husband, who is 5 years older than her, my parents didnt accept that well their relationship at the beginning but they accepted him eventually, tho my dad still keeps an eye on him, he just wants her little princess to be safe.
People ask me... "how do you get inspired?" and what do i say? music, music inspires me, specially the romantic music, its something on the melody i can't ignore, every time i hear romantic music.. and the pressious places i took... i imagine myself on a date with my dream girl... but.. that dream crushed... i broke up with a girl 2 years ago... she dumped me and replaced me for some on else... but i dont let that affects me.
—m-mmh...— he yawns checking the hour on his phone — 7 am...—
i enjoy the saturday mornings, since my parents are out i enjoy doing some free time for myself, besides photos i enjoy cooking, i always watch cooking videos, specially from "La cocina del pirata" or "tasty" but... my attempts don't turn out as well as the videos show so.. nailed it.
—bueno... a hacer mis deberes..— said alex getting ready for his saturday rutine.
Saturdays, the perfect days of taking pictures and doing some grossery while i was doing i remembered what i saw on my phone yesterday, it was a message but.. an unexpected one.. seems like some japan business wants to hire me... when i saw the email i was in shock.. i haven't told my parents yet but i will, the day ran out and it was almost night, time to go home.. i wonder.. what their reactions will be..
—JAPON!?— Alex's parents yelled surpriced by the news.
—ah.. si.. recibí un correo de Japón.. parece que quieren contratarme por mis fotos— said Alex with a nervious tone.
My parents were in silence, —ah.. todo bie- eh?.. — then i saw my mom releasing tears, — mamá?..— she hugged me while she was sobbing, i was more in shock cause i haven't seen her crying like that, as for my dad.. he just was standing there looking at me with a relaxed look with a soft frown but he didn't seem mad or upset.., remember when i said he said at me i would be a parasite cause of my career?... when i was starting my photograph illustrator i saw he was upset with me.. he was always avoiding his view on me.. he barely helped me with the stuff i needed, he was trying to track my attention to another way.. but nothing worked.
—aah.. papá?.. todo bien?..— asked Alex so confused.
Then he hugged me too, needless to say, I feet out of place and bewildered, they left me speechless, i was about to speak but my dad was the one who spoke first.
—estoy orgulloso de ti hijo...— Alex's father said softly
—ambos lo estamos..— Alex's mom replayed.
i responded the hug to them, —gracias..—, days passed and i was getting ready for my moving, i have told my friends and they were happy for me, i was estuding about japan and its culture, i must say im dont speak japanese so it will be a problem for me, i hope can survive with my english.
Two months later.. the day arrived.. the day of my move, im now on the airport to japan, my sister and his husband came to congrats me, even my friends came along, my family... my friends.. i will miss them.. but this is a new phase for my live, with a smile i wave my arm at them sayong at them good bye...
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End of chapter 1.