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rin

warning this is kind of sad 

day 1

I've never seen him like this ever before... I don't even know what I did wrong... One day i just came back from work, and he was just sitting at the dinner table with his head in his hands...

I saw him shaking his head softly, and I realized something was wrong. I didn't think it would end up like this.

He was so excited to have a child.

When I asked him if he was alright, he ignored me, and when I reached out to pat his shoulder, he grabbed my hand and shoved it away.

He was so angry at me.

I could not move but at the same time I was so scared because he was never like this.

And suddenly he pushed back his chair, and said he would go see his father, followed by a string of curses in his own native language, over and over again and it just bore more meaning that way.

He took his car keys, but didn't take the house keys.

He also took his wallet.

Sometimes I wonder if he's unsure, angry, or just scared like me.

day 18

" He's not coming back.", my mom says. And she thinks it's her fault for trusting me with this guy. She keeps on blaming herself for how I ended up. She's angry too, sitting across from me at the dinner table where he once sat. My dad's too angry to come visit me. My mom yells at me. She turns around, hands on her face, and yells at herself for being such an irresponsible mother. I stand up and place my hands on her shoulders and hug her, trying to convince herself that he will come back.

Or maybe I'm just trying to convince myself. I don't know anymore.

My dad finally decides to come over. When he rings the doorbell he has a pre packed healthy meal in a lunch box for me. I start crying, and when I see the despair in my father's eyes, I understand how Rin must have felt without a father.

" I'll find him and teach him a lesson." My father mutters, crossing his arms and refusing to make eye contact with anyone. 

He slams his fist against the storage cupboard door and he uses so much force, the wood cracks and the door is dented. I hear glass shatter inside. Unable to contain his anger, my father hurls his fist against the door once more, and it is completely torn through. I hear more glass bottles shatter inside, and my father's fist is injured. I beg him to stop.

My father is furious. He's screaming at me, telling me that I should have listened to him when he told me to choose carefully. He's hitting his palm on the marble kitchen table and it is painful but it makes him let his anger out and feel better. He grabs at the old newspapers stacked on a pile on top of the rubbish bin and throws them on the floor. My mother goes up to him and tries to calm him, but he's too angry. Both my parents are screaming at each other, blaming themselves for letting their pregnant daughter end up like this, and I'm just standing there, crying and sobbing and asking them to stop but they can't hear me.

Will there be a person's life where I'm a significant person?

And just then, the doorbell rings.

My heart stops.

My father hears it too, and he stops immediately. My mother lowers herself and kneels on the ground with her head in her hands.