We were never close with our parents in our early days. They both lived in the city, while we were growing up under the care of grandma. My father was busy with his career, while mother immersed in her final days of University. We barely met them, there were not much strings attached.

But every fairy tale has its ending. When I was about to turn seven, one fine clear evening, Grandma passed away. She was healthy and fine, without any symptom of illness or whatsoever. She just went to take her afternoon nap, and never woke up.

After the funeral was done, my father got these sudden pangs of guilt, to suffice the negligence they had shown to us (as they speculate), they took us to the city.

Soon our mother found a good job, though I had no idea about the job she got; and to be honest, I still have no clear idea. As far I have enquired, that she works in some special government agency which is highly confidential. Well, she is a versatile woman to begin with, the foundation stone of our family. My father's craziness, my sister's stubbornness and my laziness; she is the one who balances out everything. She is the backbone of our family.

Compared to her, my father is quite …umm ludicrous. By profession, he is a doctor. Yes, a doctor. Though I still have no clue how he became one. Though it feels that he was even been able to graduate from a school, especially after observing his.. uh… extensive lack of common sense. In all aspect he is the exact opposite of my mother. You may use every single insulting term on him to describe his proper personality. Well, but I think that is okay, because they short of balance out. And it would be quite unfair to not admit that he is one of the honest and simple hearted persons I have seen so far.

And there is my sister. The almighty dominating empress of our family. We share a very usual brother sister relationship, like two different poles of a magnet.

She is in her final years of high school. The academic ace, apart from that she is also the vice-president of the Students' Council, class-representative and the president of the literature club, chief editor of the school newspaper. She is also preparing for her college entrance exams. And all because of these, she is basically invisible in the house. I mean you usually don't get to see her. Either she is at her school or at her cram classes; whenever she is home, she locks up herself in her room. And I do wish that she stays busy with her works and craps as much as possible. Because whenever she gets free, guess who is the person whom she finds amusingly funny to pick around? Why should I even bother to answer? You perhaps already know it.

And eventually, I am humbled and ashamed to introduce myself. Mostly ashamed, because there aren't particularly anything special to talk about me. Also, describing oneself is difficult, because the wisdom and experience one needs to properly perceive and self-evaluation, I haven't grasped that altitude yet. But to be honest, just like my parents act as two contradictory elements and eventually balances out. I and my sister kind of function the similar way. As you might have figured out already, I am characteristically completely opposite of her. I single handily dominate the vast empire of laziness and procrastination. During summer vacation when my sister buries herself in her cram classes, studies and other tons of extra-curricular activities. While I would take naps in my cosy room, while keeping a safe distance from any kind of physical activities and usually spend days doing nothing. I'm as good as a professional when it comes to doing 'nothing'. Often I think that I might suffer from a certain degree of detachment from the society. I could have easily chosen a life of hikkikomori. I almost became one. But I do not want to hurt my family. But in order to do that, I failed to become both a hikkikomori and a social person. I'm just one of those dudes you hardly notice in class, those who sit at the corner and goes through all the class as discreet as possible. I'm one of those people whom you would rather avoid. And to which I agree, because I would avoid you too. I have no interest in getting tangled with the life of other people. I'm the black sheep of the family. To which I have no regret at all. If everyone chooses to chase their passionate endeavours or career goals, who would do the boring and usual jobs? You got to have some people for those, and I do not mind being one of them, if it provides me peace.