A Defective Tool

It was Saturday, and I wasn't in the mood to cook anything. I had some leftovers from last night, but I ended up eating them in the middle of the night. I tried my best to keep my dietary habits in check ever since I moved out.

Moving out won't be an appropriate term since I was still living here because my dad used to send my monthly allowance. I was thinking of getting a part-time job next year because I didn't want to depend completely on him.

Maybe it was my ego.

But having a part-time job would make things a lot easier for me.

Not that I was short on money, but having extra money doesn't hurt.

I was reminiscing about the time when I used to go back home to an empty house. Both my parents were working, so they never really had time for me or my sister. I grew up with my sister taking care of me most of the time.