Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ For Those Who Care ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

I remember when I was young and I would go out with my parents. I was around the age of 5 and was to naïve to know anything that was going on in the world. It was just me and my parents playing in the park; I wouldn't have had it any other way. They would always push me on the swings and watch me go down the slide. They always looked so happy. I thought it would be like that forever. As the years went by and I got older my parents seemed to loose the happiness they once had. They were no longer all smiles but rather fake ones; the ones that told the world I`m lonely, hurt.

I remember their smiles, and how they made me feel warm and nice. I had no idea they weren't real, that they were hollow. And now it hurts, it hurts so much to know they weren't real. As the only child in the family I was always showered by love and affection. My mother would always cook the meals in the house while my dad played with me in the afternoon. After eating they would tuck me in telling me how much they loved me and how happy they were to have a son. I couldn't be happier. I was the happiest boy in the world, or so I thought.

I started kinder garden in September at the age of five, just like all the other boys and girls I knew. My mom was so happy that I had started school and yet she was sad. I remember seeing her cry and now that I look back she must have been thinking of how lonely the house would be with out me. Unlike my mom I wasn't sad that I was leaving, I was happy. I couldn't wait to ride the big yellow buss to school and meet new kids my age. School was great; I made a lot of friends and learned new things in just a few days. My mom would always pick me up when school was over; she was a house wife at the time and thought I would be happy if she picked me up, I was. It was always the same routine, but I didn't mind. I would wake at up at 7:00 to get dressed and eat breakfast. Afterwards, it was off to another fun filled day at school. There I would do what kids my age did in kinder; play games and learn how to read and write. Around 10:00 the teacher would give us our lunch and time to play with the other kids before we started learning again. When the clock hit 12:30 it was time for all the kids to go home, that's when my mom would arrive. As soon as I was out the school doors I would see her with the back door open waiting for me to get in. When I would arrive home I would do my homework and then watch T.V as I waited for my dad to arrive home after along day at work. As soon as he arrived home we would all sit at the table and eat our dinner, then it was off to play until bedtime.

I never thought things would change as quickly as they did, I mean who would? We went through the same routine day after day but it never got old. We where all so happy and I thought we always would be But it wasn't enough, It would only be later on in my life that I would find out that it never was enough for my parents. As I look back now I realize that nobody could have possibly thought that I would be the one getting the short end of the stick.