The sun is quite bright today.

In this country, the temperature is at an all time high, but it feels like today is way hotter than usual, I can feel it even at the inside of my house

But even so, the bright sun showered its light on the windows, on my face, like it's telling me to wake up.

But I don't wanna wake up dammit.

It's Sunday, okay? Could you cut me some slack and let me lay in my bed for the rest of the day, sun?

I know I say this every day, but still.

Suddenly, I heard a loud voice entering my ears. It came from downstairs, apparently it's my mother

"Son! What time do you think it is? Come down right now!" she yelled.

Now I know I've overdone it.

My mother has always been the kindest soul, and has quite a lot of patience for such a troublesome son like me, so the fact that I can hear a bit of anger in her voice is proof that she's losing it.

Fine, I'll get down now, alright?

I don't need your nagging again.

I got myself off the bed, went into the bathroom to brush my teeth, changed my pajamas, and went downstairs.

When I went down, I found her setting up the table for the already left cold breakfast she probably made hours ago.

Now I feel kinda guilty for being so lazy, but I can't help it.

It's pretty much ingrained in me.

My parents always complained that I'm just like a Malay, and I should be disgraced for ever being Chinese.

The Chinese are usually pretty hard working people, which goes against my very personality, but, not to say I'm racist, Malays are usually considered to be lazier, which is probably where they based me off, though I don't know how much of that was true.

But I do know for a fact, it's that I'm lazy. It's my entire persona.

It probably developed when I was a kid. My parents were great, they never really forced me to do anything and I just lived my life like a king in a castle. But when they realized this, it's already too late to do anything anymore.

Now, I'm lazy enough to the point where I finish my work in the quickest, effortless way possible while also maintaining its maximum quality. That's how I manage to score well on my tests.

I remembered when I was still a kid, I got bullied in school for no reason at all, and because I'm too lazy to deal with this every day, I learned martial arts online, to save my parents money, and learned so quickly that I managed to drive them off within a month. No one dared to bother me again since then, and I can keep on living my days of laziness.

Yeah, that's how screwed up I am.

But, although I'm lazy, I can definitely survive in society. That's probably why they didn't worry too much about me.

But they wanted me to change, as they know this personality isn't gonna do me any good, and I know that as well.

I want to change.

But I'm too lazy to even take action.

I'm such a troublesome son huh. My parents sure got it rough.

I'm sincerely grateful they are still willing to look after me even after the failure I am now.

But I promise, I'll change.

Just not today, maybe tomorrow, maybe a week later, whenever I feel like it.

But for now, just let me go along my day doing nothing and lazing off.

"Come on, son! Your food's getting cold." she yelled once again.

"Yeah, yeah, I got it, Mum", I said while hurrying down the stairs, taking a seat on the dining table and having my break- I mean brunch.

Ah, it's delicious.

No one is doing it like her.

I should learn how to cook someday, for her, she would be glad if I came out to her and told her I want to learn cooking from her. Learning a skill like that can also severely help me with my future, too. She is not gonna cook for me forever either.

No, I should stop here.

I cannot imagine what I am gonna do once they're gone.

But I'm still young, so I probably don't have to worry about it for now, the same thing applies to me learning cooking too.

As I arrange my thoughts while I was eating, I saw my mother doing the dishes, I know this is rare of me, and I'm still pretty lazy, but-

"Hold it, I'll do the dishes later myself, Mom!"