The Child Happiness

I'm on my way home. Nothing special actually happened. School is somewhat calmer than the usual. Not all the time, but sometimes I had to deal with bullies at school. It always confused me on why they do that. I can't fight back, they're too intimidating. Somehow just hearing they're talking makes me wanna run away. When they called my name my cold sweat began to pour. But I'm glad I didn't have to deal with them today.

On my way home, I walked through a convenience store. 

"I want to eat something sweet".

My pocket is not empty. Infact, I'm not buying anything while in school. I was saving my pocket money. So I try my best to let go of it. 

I arrived at my home. I changed my clothes from the white shirt and red pants to something more casual to wear at home. A combination of red and white school clothing is what the elementary school students use to wear in this country. I'm currently in my third grade in elementary school. 

My parents aren't home. My dad always comes home late and my mom will probably come home next year. My dad is a CEO of some company and my mother is a government official. She paid me a visit once a year. Regardless, my place isn't that big, it's a normal size house. My teacher and the other student keep pointing out on how rich I'm in the class. But I wonder, where all that money goes? It's not like my parents actually will say it, I don't even dare to ask them. 

"It's already 12 PM huh"

I began to do my house work. That includes cleaning, laundry, and cooking. I always do the cooking at the last so that the food is warm when my dad's got home. As a kid I'm not that good with cooking. I used to watch my mother cook with fascination but I am still far from being good at it. 

I only begin to cook when I start to notice that my mother is not going back from work for 3 days. My father comes home and just locks himself in his room. He never comes out until tomorrow morning for work. He always leaves pocket money on the living room table before he goes. Because of that I have to spend three days just drinking and eating sweets just for my meals. I actually quite enjoy it but I realize that I can't feed my toddler little sister with candies all the time. She doesn't have teeth yet. Because of that I decided to make a suitable food for her and after that I began to cook for myself too. I also leave extra food at the dining table. Because of that my dad began to eat at the dining table after work before he locked himself in his room. To be honest it caught me off guard the first time he does it. I rarely see my dad's figure because he never leaves his room. We began to eat together at the dining table, the three of us while not looking at each other. I'm glad that my sister is smart enough to eat by herself because the awkward atmosphere keeps me glued to my seat. 

I never actually have a conversation with my parents as far as I can remember. I only know their name and affiliation because of the talk active teacher. I even knew about my mother once a year visits because I counted it at my room wall. But I don't remember exactly when it started. 

After a few weeks I got used to cooking and began to experiment on it. It was fun. But one day, my dad got home with an angry figure and began to throw everything in his sight. While in fear, I took my little sister to my room and immediately locked it. I was sitting while hugging my legs in the most far away place from the door. While in fear I began to cry but I couldn't make my voice out because I was scared that my dad would go to my room.

After I leave my room, everything is a mess. I don't feel comfortable living in this mess so I began to clean it. After that day it becomes a habit of mine to clean my house every day. I don't know how to explain it, but after seeing my clean house from that mess it's somehow unlocked some kind of cleaning fetish. 

It was actually quite fun to clean my house. It's probably due to the minimal entertainment at my household. I mean, I have a TV, it's just that it's not fun to watch something other than cartoons. And I have to spend hour and hour changing the channel to find something other than non animated moving figures. There's also the time when I accidentally find a feature that automatically changes the channel. Because of that, it's become a habit of mine to turn on my TV and automatically change the channel while doing my housework. It was quite the entertainment. And I love it. 

"Ahh, everything is done and it's 6 PM, My dad's about to come home"

While thinking about the pass, all my house work finally finishes. Without waiting for my dad, I begin to eat my dinner with my little sister. While leaving my little sister to sleep in my room I go to the living room, watching the automatic changing channel TV. 

"Sigh,... I hope my sister not peeing herself again in my bad, ohh wait wait…There's a cartoon"

I don't know why this yellow spiky hair with blue eyes fellow is fighting with a blue glowing ball in his hand and I don't know what's this Sasuke thinks that he keeps mentioning but since it's animated, it's acceptable in my realm of entertainment. While turning off the living room light, I, with all of my attention, watching this cartoon to the fullest while laying down on the full body chair. 

"Today sure is a bliss" 

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