happy ending : the beginning

[kaeryana]

(my pathetic attempt in writing a story in english )

 

Happy Ending: Story of The Misunderstood

by Yana.

 

Chapter 1: His Story

 

Have you ever went on a long road trip across the nation,sticking your head out the window while wondering whether 'you're there yet' every five minutes?Perhaps,every five seconds?And then suddenly,your car breaks down by the roadside and you're completely helpless.You're stranded in the middle of God knows where -lost,without anyone being able to assist you in any way.As soon as you got yourself back on the road,you've forgotten where you were heading to.Because of that,you decided to return back to where you came from,hoping you will be able to recall your journey,but sadly you didn't manage to do so.

I know I have,and I still remember it like it happened yesterday.Michael Dusseldorf,that's my given name,but nobody calls me by that name.Instead,they call me 'Mika',as what my family calls me.Some of them even called me DusselDORK,since i was always a mama's boy and I never stood on my own feet in making any decisions.I wouldn't dare to blame my mama for having such nickname,it's her job to be protective and to help me make better decisions in life.She teaches me a lot about life,and without her around,I'd probably lose my way.

Mama has always been my hero,although I am the least favorite one in the house.I know,I haven't been doing much in helping my family.I'm always the troublesome one who finds fault with everyone around me,just to gain special attention,which I have been craving for my whole life.Despite being grounded and cut off from after-dinner dessert privileges,I still get myself into trouble.Why?Because I need mama to notice me.Is that too much to ask for?If i were given three wishes,I'd wish for mama's love,mama's tender touch and mama's concern.

At least when my dad was still around,I feel appreciated.He used to take me out on fishing trips,football games or FOOSball (as what we called it) and all those carnivals they have when the circus was in town.Those were the days,that fill the empty page in my life.All these are the sweet memories I'll think of whenever I miss my dad.Sadly,it didn't last long enough.

I could still remember it.My dad and I were going on a 'Father and Son' drive across the nation.Dad said he'd bring me to Uncle Ken's ranch and let me pet the animals there,especially the CHICKENS! He knew how much i loved

to have chickens as pets,but I never got the chance to.That's why he decided to let me meet the chickens up close and personal at Uncle Ken's.

"So,Mr I'm-A-Big-Man-Now,are you ready for the trip?" Dad asked me joyfully,while stuffing our small luggage into the back of our car.

"You bet!" I answered,approaching him to give him a hand with the luggage."I hope I can nap one of Uncle Ken's chicks and breed it as my pet!"

"You can,and if you're lucky enough,you'll be cleaning the stables if he ever caught you doing that!"

"Or,or he can also hang me on the spinning windmill and whack me with his 'authority stick'!"

We couldn't help but laughing our hearts out.We sang,we joked,we played games,just to pass the time.It's a long,boring journey.All I saw were a bunch of trees and cacti,and some boring dessert-like scenery.Dad was really a man who knew how to have fun with his 10-year-old son.

We were having such a great time when suddenly,it happened.I heard a loud crash and all I could remember after that was Dad lying on my laps.My vision was blurred so I decided to touch his face and rub it as tenderly as a mother would have done to her baby.

Afterwards,I heard Dad sighing in pain.In between his sighs,i could've sworn i heard him saying "Mika..I'm really gonna miss you buddy..I love you son,take care of yourself...I love you,Mika..".Then,all I could see was a world filled with darkness.I fainted,and when i became conscious again,I realised that I have lost my whole childhood and my one and only true best friend.

 

-to be continued..if there are anyone interested that is