It didn't feel real. I was holding up the letter to one of Japan's greatest art schools. In the golden sealed envelope held my hopes and dreams; I frantically tore it open. My eyes skimmed across the paper. There. At the bottom of my letter laid "Congrats on getting into Orion! We hope to see you this fall!"
I squealed with delight! While I was screaming I heard my parents have footsteps thundering down the hallway. My mother came in first. She was a middle-aged woman with short light blue hair. She had soft white eyes. She wrapped herself in a blue fur robe and wore the cat slides I got her for Christmas. She was followed by my father. A tall man with dark, stormy eyes. His long black hair flowed down his back and tied into a ponytail. Miku, what's wrong?" My mother whispered as she pulled me into a tight hug. "We heard you screaming so-" I cried small tears of joy. Then I laughed. My parents face flushed with worry.
"You guys!" I cried. "I got into Orion!" Their faces quickly surged with color and energy. Even my dad joined the family embrace.
The next few months were full of packing, college stress and much more. Yet one thing remained on my mind the entire course of those months. It was a windy evening. My mother went to bed early. I was in the kitchen finishing up homework for calc. My father walked in and poured himself a glass of water.
"Miku," He spoke. I looked up from my laptop. He had a dull, dark expression on his face." While you're at the college, do something useful with your life will you?" He placed the glass down and walked out of the kitchen, leaving me puzzled.