"What should we call him."
"I don't know."
"You're the mom.How do you not know."
I watched as my parents argue over what to call.Why they shouting though.I was just born and the picture of family I get is violence.Ironic,huh. Isn't a baby a symbol of coming together.why we're they arguing over my name then.
I decided to help them out. I jumped down out from my father's hands.
"He can move."Buntarō,the father,exclaimed.
"Oh,wow,now our kid can walk and he was only born today.This is all your fault."Yoshiko told Buntarō.
"How is it my fault that he can walk."
"I don't know maybe because you're the father.Maybe you walked too when you were born."
"He's your son too maybe you walked when you were born."
"Don't put the blame on me."
"You started it."
Pointless arguments.Are these really my parents.I doubt it.I walked over to a paper and quill on the desk.And started thinking while hitting the pen on the desk.I was honestly blank .'What should I call myself'.I wondered.
Maybe you don't know about me huh.Well I'll just tell you. I was a boring ass loser living my boring ass loser life.34 to be precise. Got no job or anything of the sort.
"You know I'm starting to get tired of you."the landlord said while banging vigorously my door.
I opened the door and he threw an envelope at my face and I watched it as it fell to the ground.Then looking up,a hand swang moving towards my face.There was one characteristic evident with his hand.It was like a brick.Hard yes,painful on the face of course. I could hardly believe it.
I stumbled by the impact of his hand. Looking into his dead eyes.
"You know I'm done with you,get out. What month is this now.The fifth.And you still haven't paid your rent.Get out right now!"
I was still stunned by the slap so couldn't fully understand what he said.But by his face it was clear. Well I didn't even musch precious things in the house.Just a mattress that isn't even supposed to claim the name because of the way it was torn. The next event was clear.I left.