Chloe pov
Don't you just fall in love with summer? It's my favorite time of year. The warm weather lifts my spirits and keeps me from drowning in the holiday blues. During times like these, I always feel the need to write in my diary—my "keeper," as I like to call it. It holds every little detail, good or bad, that races through my mind. Since junior school, I've documented the summer vibes, realizing how much I needed a space to express my thoughts.
My keeper chronicles all the people I've met, the good times, and especially the hard kinda annoying moments , particularly those spent living at home with my parents. I often describe my life as messed up; I come from a middle-class family. My dad has always preferred alcohol over everything else, a habit that has plagued our home even before I was born. His drunken state has brought out the worst in him, leading to abusive behavior and hurtful words aimed at our family.Sometimes I feel the need to hate him , but I can't he's blood and I know deep down he knows his wrong.
My diary contains the memories of nights when my mom and I cried ourselves to sleep, hiding in my room. I've always tried to be the tough one, threatening to expose all my dad's dirty secrets if he ever broke down the door. Trust me, I knew them all. I showed my mom strength, often acting as her protector and her shoulder to cry on.
Now, as I approach my 23rd birthday, those memories still linger. The harsh reality is that we love our dad deeply, despite everything. I often pray for God to intervene and free him from the grip of alcohol. Regardless of his struggles, he ensured I got to university, and here I am, ready to start an internship in Film Studies far from my home in Canada. Ironically, I'm not even fully Canadian; my dad is Asian and my mom is African, so I carry both heritages. Trust me, my hair is definitely a unique blend! It's a complicated situation, but pursuing this dream has always been my goal. I've longed to know what it feels like to be on a television screen.
This year, luck has been on my side: my university awarded the top five students with an internship in Seoul, South Korea. It feels like a dream come true! Not to brag, but I've worked hard for this opportunity. Fun fact: I love K-pop and K-dramas, who doesn't . They are my solace during tough times. This summer, I will finally get to experience my internship in the heart of the culture I adore , just a dream come true.
As I look around our apartment—my home—I feel a sense of peace. I don't care if it might not be there when I return since it will likely be rented out. I believe in God and trust that my future is bright. My mom is busy packing my clothes, carefully as always she want me to depart in style , she is choosing executive pieces from my wardrobe because we can't afford new ones. I'm just going to stick to my old clothes. It's a shocker, but I've always made sure to buy durable, professional attire, so I'm lucky in that area ....mabye or mabye not.
"Chloe, dear, are you sure these outfits are okay? I feel so burdened that I couldn't even buy you new ones and proper shoes, my gorgeous girl. Please forgive me Chloe baby ; I wish I could do better, but your dad has retired, and I'm still struggling paying off with my loans," my mom says, her head lowered, tears welling in her eyes.
I place my cat¬ "Casey," on the couch and walk over to her, wrapping her in a warm hug. I know she needs it now, I can't afford to leave her crying as I fly out miles away , it breaks my heart.
"Mum, it's okay. For me, what you give is more than enough, and you know what, I am more than grateful. I understand our situation. Trust me, as a great president once said, 'Yes, we can!' I believe we will get through this together. Who needs new clothes when I have a beautiful,loving, caring mom who comes all the way from home to take me to the airport? I love you dearly, and I'm always thankful for what we have."
Her tears flow freely, and it's hard to hold back my own. The thought of being far from her for who knows for how long it is overwhelming.
"Chloe, my baby, aren't you the sweetest? You and your brother Andrew are my backbone. I'm so sorry your dad couldn't come. He drank too much last night and is still tipsy."
"What did you do, Mum? I'm pretty sure he was stubborn about not coming with you," I say, concern creeping into my voice. My dad is the type who insists that if he plans something, it must be done.
"Well, Andrew convinced him to have a drink to make him more tipsy. You know how your dad behaves when he's drunk. I didn't want him to embarrass you at the airport," she replies, a hint of guilt in her tone.
I take a deep breath, understanding the delicate inbalance of our family dynamics. While I dream of a great future , I know the shadows of my past still linger. But for now, I have to hold onto hope and the warmth of my mother's love, determined to embrace the adventure ahead.
As the summer sun shines through the window, I feel a mix of excitement and apprehension. I am ready to step into a new chapter, carrying tmy past with me, and looking forward to what lies ahead in Korea.
My mum's tears flow more freely now, and I can feel the sting of tears forming in my own eyes. I know it will be hard to be away from her for who knows how long. Just then, my brother Andrew walks in, his expression a mix of concern and pride.
"Hey, what's going on in here?" he asks, noticing the emotional moment. "Mum, are you seriously crying again?"
"Brother , Mum's just being emotional about my trip," I say, trying to lighten the mood.
Andrew chuckles softly. "Well, I understand her it's not every day my little sister gets an internship overseas. You should be proud, Mum. Chloe's worked hard for this."
"I am actually more than proud, Andrew," she replies, wiping her tears. "But it's just that we're struggling so much right now. I wish I could do more for her."
"Mama I get it," Andrew says, running a hand through his hair. "Work has been tough for me lately too. My company is cutting off hours, and I'm worried about making ends meet. It feels like I'm running in circles just to stay afloat. But seeing Chloe succeed makes it all worthwhile."
"Mum, look at Andrew," I say, trying to shift the focus. "He's facing his own challenges, but he's still here for me, just like you are. We're a team."
Andrew nods, his expression serious. "Exactly. We may not have much, but we have each other. Chloe Na-ri Evans, I'm really proud of you. You're going to shine in Seoul. Just remember, no matter how far you go, we're always here cheering you on."
"Thanks, Andrew. That means a lot," I reply, feeling a mix of gratitude and determination. Its not every day my brother mixes up my asian and Canadian names together ... awkward!
"Now, let's get back to packing Na-ri," Andrew says, smiling. "And Mum, don't worry so much. We'll figure it out together."
As we continue packing, the atmosphere shifts from sorrow to happiness and ties. It's moments like these that remind me of the strength of our family the Evans. We are very strong, even in the face of adversity.
"Are you sure it's so important for you to carry this creature with you, sister? You are aware that in my eyes it's always hideous, or you could leave it here, I will take good care of it ....very good care ."Andrew says playfully with a smirk on his face when he notices I was parking Casey's pillows.
"What get a grip you freak, there is definitely no way I am leaving my cat with you idiot, I am pretty sure you will leave it in the streets the next day or starve it to death. Get that out of your mind Andrew I love my Casey way too much more than your annoying self." I laugh when I notice his cute pout.
""Ouch, that hurts!" he says dramatically, clutching his heart. "Why don't you trust me? I'm your blood! This animal has stolen all your love for me and kept it to itself, you annoying cat." He points at Casey, who is busy cleaning her paws, too accustomed to Andrew's blabbering. "Oh wowCasey is ignoring me now," he adds, patting Casey's fur, which makes her purr in delight.
"Would you look at who's talking? Wipe that smug look off your face! You're obviously going to miss Casey, even if you pretend not to," I say, pinching my brother's cheeks. It's been my habit since childhood; he may be older, but I see it as my responsibility to pamper him.
"Is it that obvious? Because I am actually going to miss this cat, especially the cuddly time, oh now who I am I going to cuddle with sister. I can't believe I'm admitting I love spending time with you, Casey. You should be proud because I'm very hard to please," Andrew says, bothering Casey.
"Well, find a girlfriend then if you love to cuddle so much....but there is no way I am leaving my cat," I say with a smirk at Andrew's blush over the term girlfriend
"Kids, it's time to head to the airport! The taxi is here. Come on, take the luggage to the car," Mum says as she lifts some of my suitcases. "Chloe, are you sure you should take a cat with you? I mean, won't they be offended?" Mum asks, concern evident in her voice.
"No, Mum, I checked. Since I'm flying first class, pet cats are allowed, but in a cage. That's why I packed pillows and cat food; she'll be in a cage for eight hours," I clarify for Mum.
"Oh wow, first class! That's awesome! Well done, my dear. You're going to experience what you deserve. Now let's stop talking; we've got a flight to catch."
The journey to the airport is a bit intense since it's early morning, and it's normal to encounter traffic congestion all the way to the entrance.
"Oh, would you look at that! All the cars heading inside are so classy! Is that a Porsche?" Andrew squeaks from his seat, pointing at a particular black Porsche. "Wow, the owner must be crazy rich!" I exclaim, hoping one day I'll have such a car to call my own. Crazy, huh? I may be a girl, but I love cars, especially Porsches, like the one owned by my favorite K-pop band bias.
"Don't worry, brother. I always pray to God that your dream of owning a car comes true. I know how much you love cars. I promise, if I make it big, that will be my first gift to you." I stretch my hand and pat Andrew's shoulder, who is sitting in the front seat. He pats my palm slowly, assuring me that he believes in me.
As I step into the airport, the world around me buzzes with energy. The bright lights overhead and the constant chatter of travelers create a symphony of excitement and anxiety. I take a deep breath, trying to absorb the moment. This is it—my journey to Seoul begins now.
My mom stands by the entrance, her eyes scanning the crowd until they land on me. I can see the mix of pride and worry etched on her face. "Chloe, are you ready?" she asks, her voice steady but slightly trembling.
I nod, feeling a lump in my throat. "Ready as I'll ever be," I reply, forcing a smile. My heart races as I walk toward her, the reality of leaving home washing over me.
Andrew, my brother, rolls my luggage cart beside me, his usual playful demeanor slightly subdued. "You sure you're not going to miss us too much?" he teases, trying to lighten the mood.
"Of course, I'm going to miss you both," I say, pulling him in for a quick hug. "But I'm also ready for this new adventure."
Mom wraps me in a warm embrace, and I can feel her heart beating against mine. "Just promise to call us every day, okay? I'll worry about you."
"I promise," I say, pulling back to look her in the eyes. "I love you, Mum. You've always supported me."
"Don't forget about us when you're famous!" Andrew chimes in, grinning now. I ruffle his hair, feeling a mix of sadness and gratitude.
As we walk toward the security line, I glance back one last time. My family stands together, waving, their faces a mix of smiles and tears. I wave back, my heart swelling with love and the weight of leaving home.