Everybody talked a good story about us. There was no conflict between my parents. Every night I spent one hour with my parents and my only elder brother. To make my parents proud I studied hard succeeding at the best level every time. I justify to my classmates and teachers that I have a mythical family with a palace to breathe in. I considered my mom and dad as living gods on this planet. Every morning I pray God to keep us together with a beautiful tale until I survive. The more I prayed for happiness to come, yet pain led my route to adult.

 

I was ten years old and was in class four when my father left three of us home. My mother was helpless to stop him from going. My brother who was just two years older than me couldn't take any action but to cry along with mom. I requested him "not to leave us creating an odd chapter in our life" pulling his gho, But my strength was not comparable with his so I was pushed hard.

I and brother discontinued going to school because of the situation that we are facing. 

 

A week later mom got the job for the reason to move family happily. Mom encouraged me and my brother to proceed with our studies. We denied once to study as we understand how hard she would be for the two of us but she speaks "It's not the SAME as before, we should assert your dad that we can survive without him". The line touched my spirit and truly my brother, so we decided to excel more compared to before.  My mythical story discontinued but the same story continued with my palace and Fairy Mom. Though my soul was meant for the studies yet my mind diverted for the curse of my dad. I could not concentrate long. I was mentally shattered.

 

After eight years of hard work my brother got into work and started earning, well I got to college with a passion for blogging. Being at college I had blogged about 100 stories. In every story of my blog I wrote the headline “It’s not the same". One day when I was live-taking questions and answering them accordingly, one stranger asked "Why your headline is always it is NOT THE SAME?”

For that, I answered, “it’s my mom's word of motivation".

I called my mom every night to confirm if she is good or not? Had meals on time or not and probably to express my love towards her. Six months at college felt like being away from home for decades. And yes tomorrow I am approaching to see my mom and palace which I had missed a lot.

 

I prepared myself for the blog for traveling home narrating about the scene and the excitement I was having. I felt way too intimate. In the blog, I introduced my destination, language I use which is Tshangla, my mom, and my brother.

I had my favorite meals cooked by mom and tea prepared by my brother. We laugh and shared our stories as we did at a young age. The clock showed midnight and it was the time to sleep.

 

"Hey! Get up, somebody is here asking for forgiveness" the sound distracted my sleep. I got up and went to the sitting room. I saw a man sitting on the floor while mom and brother were on the sofa. I joined with my family too.

"There you are! My girl, because of your blog I found you all today. You are enormous my daughter, I beg for an apology and accept me “a man spoke.

I understood that he is my dad. I looked to my mom and brother where I saw them without care and not accepted him so I spoke

"Dad, Why on this earth had you done this? We suffered a ton after you had kicked us from your life, now we are grown up and I think we are happy with what we are".

“Don’t say such daughter, it is my fault and I promise not to repeat, please accept me. I still remember the day you pulled my gho requesting me not to leave, will you forgive me so that I will never leave you all, please count me in" father begged.

"It's not the SAME! I pulled your go when I was young not now. Why do you need us when we are okay, where were you when we needed you?" I asked.

"Since you are not willing to leave it by yourself I will let others drag you" mom warned him. Mom took out the phone and called the police to handle the problem. After a few minutes police came and dragged him out of the door letting us free for one more time.