November 20, 2020.

November 20th, 2020.

At the cold evening in Hiroshima, Japan, a 15 year old teenage boy was seen writing in his room, with tears dripping down his face.

Written:

"I woke up today, eating breakfast made by my mom which was surprisingly extravagant, unusually different from what I usually have. I walked all the way to school, and surprisingly it was too quiet. My childhood friend, Sami, didn't even said a word to me today when I passed by him at school. I was confused, thinking that everyone was having a bad day, as soon as the bell rang I immediately get ready to get back home until Sami, appeared behind my back and said 'happy-birthday', I was surprised and overwhelmed with joy so I grabbed Sami and cried out my lungs."

Feeling refreshed after writing down my wishes, I went down and get ready to work at my part-time job at the convenience store. As I went out the door of my apartment, I can feel the cold breeze of air passing through my thin shirt, the smell of the apartment, the scene of loneliness.

"Hey Ken!!! Where have you been? I've been waiting for you!"

Getting to the store, my co worker smiled at me, making me feel disappointed at my self, and hopeful. Her name is Akari, she works at this store everyday after school and she even works extra at the laundry store after she finished her convenience store work. I look up to her, being at the same age she is able to work hard and provide for her family by her own, without her parents, while putting up a faithful smile. I aspire to be like Akari, thinking of her as my hero, in my world of villains.

"Oh! It's Ken's birthday today isn't it?! Come to my home today and lets eat Curry!"

"Ah, thank you for your offer but sorry I've got to do something at home!"

I lied, with a sense of guilt in my heart while putting up a smile. Thinking to myself that I don't want to burden her more than she already is.

When I was 7 years old, I cried and was angry at my parents for not buying me a cake on my birthday. The next day, I didn't know that, my words could be the worst thing that ever went out of my mouth. A police man came to my house, telling my mother that my father had a car accident. I overheard the accident, and I stood there, frozen as the world starts to shift further away from my vision. My father didn't survive the accident, as his heart was struck with a sharp glass as said by the doctor in the hospital. But what the doctor said next was the only thing I never wanted to hear in my life, they found a cake next to the seat of my father's car, crushed, with my name on top of it. They presented the cake inside a wrapped plastic bag, and I opened the bag and ate it without second thought.

A week after that however, my mother changed, for the worse. She didn't eat anything and ended up dying in a forest more than 100 km away from our home, Aokigahara, a month after.