The walk home was long and boring but I eventually made it. Injured and exhausted I took off my shoes and went in. "I'm home" I yelled not expecting any reply. "Akira is that you?" "Mom?!" I rushed towards the voice confused. I met her in the kitchen with a cup of instant ramen in her hand "what are you doing up by this time you should be resting." My Mother had always been a sickly woman in fact she had just been released from the emergency ward recently. "That doesn't matter did you bring the drugs," she said as she viciously devoured the ramen. She looked even skinnier that day. The doctor said she had some kind of unknown illness he did prescribe some drugs to control its effects I can only imagine how hard it must be for her. "Yes I did Mom it's in my bag I'll go get it" I replied as I hurried to the living room where I had dropped it on my way in. I brought the drug and handed it to her "good at least you aren't as useless as that trash Father of yours". She said as she took them from my hand.
Apparently, my Father left as soon as he found out my Mom was pregnant I had never met him so I do not know much about him but from how my mom spoke of him he definitely must have been an absolutely horrid person. He promised her the world and ran away at the first sign of trouble. If there were any justice in this world he would be dead by now, I really hope he is. Where did mom even find someone like him. he was African though, Akira obi-nkoropụ that's my name my first name was given to me by my Mom the last name is from him it stands for despair in his language at least that's what I saw when I looked it up. Being part Asian and part African has its problems on its own having to deal with Asian stereotypes and black hate at the same time. It's disgusting, people judge you and treat you differently because of the way you look they act like they have forgotten your human too. The shameless discrimination and terrible aspersions they make towards you utterly disgust me. It's not hard to see why addicts are the way they are, they have to do something to help them deal with this world. Everyone should have something they hold on to, something they use to get through their problems even I had something like that. My mother, she was a shining star one which outshines all of the darkness in this awful world. Despite the fact she would sometimes say some horrible things I knew she was different. After all, no one forced her to have me, she could have easily gotten an abortion that is what most women in her situation would do. She was frail and her boyfriend had gone off the grid not to mention she had no support from her family, it's enough to drive someone into utter despair but she held on, she gave birth to me, she raised me, and even put me in school. After all that there's nothing she could do to make me hate her. I'm so indebted to that woman that's why I could never tell her about getting bullied how could I possibly burden her with that too? I can't I just have to grin and bear it like she's done for me. The fact that there was still someone in the world like her made me have hope that maybe that hell would one day end, maybe one day someone would stretch out their hand and lift us from this darkness, just maybe.