It's been more than 10 years since dad and mum got divorced, I felt I was old enough to decide who I should live with so I discussed with mum and she reluctantly let me go be with dad.
I had a mind to see my dad differently from how he was 10 years ago, I bet that he would make me love him more than I did before but getting to his place gave me the worse impression about him.
I tried to understand just to figure out myself and maybe understand better why he is being that kind of a father. He is married again with a little baby but I could count the number of times he had time for the little baby, I was not even in his thoughts... Or so I thought.
My step mother who I find to be super nice was the opposite of my dad, she prepared so much for my coming and I even found out she had been bragging about my coming to her girls at her shop. I felt special whenever I was with her unlike with mum.
The impression about step mothers changed in my heart, I began to love her and her little baby. She forced me out into the streets to mingle with my mates while I was still with my dad.
It was so easy getting attention thanks to my step mum's bragging before. It all started with so many misunderstandings as I didn't know how it worked in that city or I was never aware about it at my former city.
Everything felt new to me but I was willing to get a good experience of all I was seeing and hearing, I tried to mingle with my step mum's girls at the shop since I was made an accountant and it was fun when I got acquainted with them.
Every night I would sit at a quiet place to think of the things I've never done since I was a child so I could do them one after the other. I realized I had not done any aside being a good daughter to my mother.
While I was busy trying to make my life better, I couldn't help but notice a guy I later learnt that his name was Roy, he was so happy with himself and always doing things I would have called fun if I was the one doing them.
I asked around about him and I heard a sad story about him, he lost a dear friend of his and he's been doing all the stuffs they both love... The stuffs I find super fun.
I wanted to go closer to him and hope that we would do the fun things together but doing them on my own felt stronger. I decided to visit the places I heard he visited, eat at the places he ate, played games I heard he loved so much.
I could feel myself becoming happy, so happy that dad seem like he was the perfect dad and mum was just the best while I bought gifts for step mum and her baby... I felt loved and couldn't help but love those around me.
It wasn't up to a month in the new city with my dad, I figured out what I loved and that was to be the best version of myself at all times. I could feel the city and every goodness in it, every person in the small city loved me and I did same to them.
Roy became friends with me when he noticed I've used his happiness to find mine, he taught me more ways to be my better self. Being at the new city with my dad was one of the best times of my life.
