Ajax
Fire spread as quick as wind, and goes wherever the wind goes. Me, who'd just arrived from a busy day at school, was not greeted by my mother who'd always wait for my arrival. She'd often give me a hug as I return. My sister, who'd always brag her over-the-top scores to me, she too, wasn't there.
Instead of being greeted by my family's warm love, I wasn't expecting being greeted by towering flames in the neighborhood.
What do you expect a mere 5 years old would do when the place they return to as home was set ablaze — that's it, cry. I wailed non-stop. Relatives pass me from one another.
My mother, sister and I have suffered an immense amount of formidable difficulties because of one man, my father.
Rather than to be with his family, father chose to pursue his passion of researching beings that are only told in fairy tales. Thus, he was called a madman. Some can't doubt him. After all, who would dare to doubt a millionaire said to be joined hands with the mafia.
Let's make it clear, though. When I said that father would rather be with his research than with his family does not completely mean he'd turn his backs on us. He provides financial support to us enough for my sister to attend at a highly esteemed academy.
After being shunned by my relatives over and over again, I don't know what has gotten into my father to take me once more under his wings.
Though it's been years since it happened last, I can still remember those very small details like the back of my hand.