I left our house a three months ago. Dad was saying he doesn't want me to be his child anymore and mom kept crying.

They got angry when they knew I weren't attending school for a month. The school told them I did drugs and always engage myself in alcohols instead of attending school.

It was true though.

I didn't denied it and mom slapped me. Dad resents me. I am a worthless child, I know.

However, I missed them so much now. I haven't heard that they've tried looking for me so I think that maybe they didn't care for me anymore.

I am now staying at my boyfriend's unit. It's fine living with him but I am also worried about my parents. I am the only child they have.

However, what if they forgot about me now?

I found myself walking at a familiar street and a familiar crossroad. Both of my feet were leading me to my parent's house.

I looked at the house. It's still the same of course. I've only been gone for three months.

I heard dad's loud and deep laugh. When I looked at the window, I saw three silhouettes.

When the front door of our house opened, they came out.

I saw them.

One was mom, and the other was dad.

I felt scared when I saw who the person they were talking to. She was smiling and made my mom and my dad happy.

Same hair.

Same height.

Same face.

She's just like me.

How could it be?