"Jet, you and your humor. I'll never understand it." my mother laughed. The truth is, I never knew my father. My mother said that my father left when I was about 5 years old, just before I took martial arts classes at the age of 5. I didn't know if that was true or not but ever since then, it had been just me and my mom.
Well I'm not sure if the word "left" is the right word. My mother never talked about him. But other than that, my mother and I get along just fine. We never get into fights because we understand each other. And the other thing is, my mom and I always trust each other's judgement and ask no questions unless we give permission to ask.
"Don't worry mom, you'll understand it one day." I smiled.
After that I had gotten something to drink, I headed into my room. My room isn't much from what the eye can see. There's a laptop in the corner, a plasma tv, 40 metal awards that is a shape of a microphone. The story with that is, after I completed my martial arts class and got a black belt, I told my mom I wanted to take vocal lessons. (Go to page 12)
