As I gaze out my window at the sky while watching my children sleep, the brisk winds remind me of a building that I once lived in, wherein I saw, sensed, and were horrified, an encounter with which I'm not comfortable speaking. Fortunately, everything turned up okay. My name is Herman, but my friends called me Er, and the following is a story of what occurred to me 23 years ago. I have had a passion for writing since a kid. Now my guardian thinks I can go even farther. Consequently, they help me submit an authorship application and enrol in further linguistic, writing, and journalistic courses. Little did I realise that I'd be given a job to help me improve my abilities while simultaneously taking part-time writing courses to support my income. I was a young twenty-year-old at the time. Too young, yet inquisitive and willing to try new things. As a young author, the chance pushed me to go outside my comfort zone and acquire essential experience. Pay attention to the sound
"I might say, I was being swayed by my problems and lost my way many times. I was about to give up, but I think I can handle this one." - Jane.
Jane is the only child of Mr and Mrs Jackson.
At the age of 15, she's been shocked by her family's conflict. Her father, Jackson, married another woman and left both her and her mother. Knowing that her only father that was supposed to take care of them, left for another woman makes her irritated with him.
Jane's mother, Susie, was not really accepting that her husband was about to leave her for another woman. Remembering the day he said "I Do" in front of her family had torn her heart into pieces, she kind of losing her mind. Jane was worried about her mother. Fifteen years of marriage destroyed by the man she promised to live with.
They were both devastated by the situation, but still, they tried to stay put together. One month pass by, everything seems okay. Enter three, six and nine months, Susie's condition became worst. She started to lock herself in the room, not eating, but yet she still going to work, although she is absence-mind.
To see how much her mother loves her father makes Jane hated him even more. She tried to search for any possibilities to make her mother being normal again. She even called her aunt with the hope her mother will be fine. Unfortunately, her aunt was not a supportive sister, "serve you right, Susie". Jane had enough of it; she drives out her aunty and makes sure she never comes back.
For almost one year, her mother been sobbing over her father. Susie's manager gave her a three months break without a payout check. That means they don't have money to pay for bills. It takes days and days for Jane to think that she wanted to drop out of school to support her mother. And, she did.
Being a dropout student, working from 16 until 18 made her realise that she wasted part of her life as a teenager. But at the same time, she can't just leave her mother like that. She had no one; her aunt, the uncle, left them just like that. She had no friends, no other relatives that lent a hand. None!
As time flies by times, Susie got better; she even worked now; her mother looks different, not physically and mentally. She seems so happy and not so depressed. Jane felt glad for her.
Fast forward.
It's a New Year! When she is 20 years old, Jane worked in a book store and got off at 9.00 pm. She was waiting for her Uber to come to pick her up at the entrance of the shop. Since the Uber will arrive around 15 minutes, Jane goes to buy some drinks at the grocery store across the streets. Somehow, in 10 minutes, her Uber had arrived, but she still at the grocery. When Jane checks on her phone, the Uber had arrived. She was panic and put back the drink, and run faster to that Uber.
That was so humiliated. But the Uber who had arrived was so good to her even she was late, like 5 minutes. He was so gentle and still helps Jane to open the door for her. Jane's heart fluttered, and yet she tried to be cool. During the ride, the Uber had a talk with Jane; he was so easy-going and friendly. Around 20 minutes, they finally arrived at Jane's house. Thank you. A sweet grin from Jane showed it all that she actually feel shy.
When she came home, she told her mother how she met with a gentleman and hoped to see him again next time.
But, wait until she sees and knows who the driver really was.
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| Photo by Flora Westbrook |
Disclaimer; The character and name used in this short story are a made-up name, and it is based on the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual events, locale or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
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