YUKA

I pack up. I don't know how to feel. Should I be happy? Sad? Mad? Confused? I really don't know. My mind is blank. God damn, I feel more lonely then I normally do. I wanna cry. I don't know why but I do. I don't. I don't cry. My dad used to say to me

"Now son, Don't fret. Don't cry. Crying is for the weak. It's for the scared & the lonely. You are neither. You are my son. My son is strong & social. I know best. & so do you."

I look around this empty room. Big room with windows closed. My butler asks me if I'm ready to leave. I say yes. By the front door, I look back to the big windows,fireplace, & the big staircase. Goodbye. I won't miss you house. 'This house is no longer a home' I tell myself. I put my headphones on. Turn the volume at the highest. & we start driving. I close my eyes & fall asleep.