Life Just Got More Complicated
Chapter 2: The Ride To A New Life
After Hanabi got me looking ridiculous, I took one last look of my room. I remember being in here with my Mother, she would always comfort me when Father tells me how stupid I can be sometimes and how I'm not good enough for him. She used to tell me bedtime stories before going to sleep. One story in particular is about a rich lady who lost her daughter. She was only 8 when she got lost. Then, the daughter was taken to an orphanage where she was treated cruelly. After some time, the lady's uncle came and to look for her. When they finally met, she asked him about her parents. Are they here, too? Her uncle could only look at her and said, "Your father went off to marry another woman. While your mother grieved your loss. She searched for you for many years, until finally, she thought you were dead. She blamed herself for not taking care of you. She died last month." Tears swelled up the girl's eyes. She was 18 when her uncle found her.
Then my mother would tell me, "Can you imagine that, sweetie? For years, this daughter was hoping to see her parents someday. Then suddenly, that dream vanished. It just shows that life doesn't always go according to plan. It's about how we go with the flow of life. So don't worry about your Father. He loves you very much. He just wants what's best for you. Sure, he may not seem to be the caring type. But it's because your Father isn't really good at showing his feelings." I always thought that this was true. So my whole life, I believed that Father would someday recognize me as his daughter. His daughter, who wanted nothing else but for his fatherly love.
When I was 14, my Mother died. For some reason, living my life became harder when she disappeared. This time, I felt like I was the mother who lost her daughter. Except that, I already am sure that she was dead. Father didn't seem to be saddened by Mother's death. But I'm sure he's just trying to keep us from seeing him sad.
'Mom, please look after me when I move. I am pretty scared.'
"HInata! The car's here!" "Coming, Hanabbi."
I went downstairs and into my father's work room. "Father, I'm going now." He gave me a nod and continued working. I bowed in return and exited the room. That was it, that was the only goodbye he can conjure. What a father, I know.
Hanabi and I got in the car and are about to go towards the airport. Where our private jet was waiting. The car started pulling away from the curb, when it hit something. "Hinata!" "Neji! Stop the car!" I went out and saw my dear cousin on the sidewalk. "What are you doing? You almost got yourself killed!" "It was just a bump. By the way, I came to say goodbye." Then I heard Hanabi's voice, "Goodbyes are reserved for the airport, buddy!" "That's the thing, I can't go to the airport. Your father asked me to do something important. SO I can't actually be there. But I came as fast as I can to say goodbye to you. Remember, don't let other people judge you. You're better than what they say. Okay?" "Thanks, Neji." After some hugs and plenty of goodbyes, we were again on our way to the airport.
When we arrived, the pilots and stewardesses were already greeting us. I then turned to Hanabi, who was starting to look puffy. "Hey, I'll write to you okay? Don't worry, I'll be fine. Look after Dad for me, okay?" "Okay?" Then, she started sobbing. I hugged her and said, "Mother will always be there with you. Never forget that." I kissed her in her forehead and headed to the plane. I waved at Hanabi and shouted GOODBYE. That was it, I was off. Looking down towards the city I grew up in, I started feeling sad. So many memories left back there. But, I have to keep going. I have to keep up with the flow of life I'll be fine. Right, Mom?