His stepmother walked into the room, wiping her eyes.
"quietly Sun....can you come here, please?"
…The words were so.. blunt.. his expression didn’t even seem to change.. nor did he react facially.. but in his thoughts.. he was going through every type of emotion, sadness from his now dead father.. anger for his step siblings making fun of his own.. “their” own fathers death.. worry for what would happen to him now that he would never return.. but no matter what he thought.. no matter what his mind was going through.. his expression just wouldn’t.. change..
He wanted to hug her back so badly, but his body just would not move.. his tone was flat, as if just.. all the emotion he had “left”.. was gone
“.. I feared that, I should’ve known father would leave us not money, nor anything to support ourselves.. mother.. I know this will sound awful, considering the loss we have.. and this will not make me lose myself.. I promise you that.. but may I suggest an idea on how I could support us..? I understand if you say no, but I will not listen otherwise.. I will have to do what I must to support us, knowing my sib…-ahem-, Those strangers downstairs will not help, I think it’s best if I do what I may.. can I speak if thy idea..?”