My Life. Part 01
It’s a little taste of a story I been trying to write for the last five years; I hope you’re all like it so far.
My name is Kiba Snowpaw I’m a wolf, and I live in an apartment with my ten-year-old brother, I’m 19 years old, and I work as a security guard for a big company called Security Expert. So I am never home at night, and I sleep during the day, and we have no parents our mother died when my younger brother was born, I was still nine then, and I do not remember much about it, I can’t even remember her face anymore.
The only memory I have left is the picture that is on my desk with her and father, and they’re both dead now our father died in a car accident for about three years ago it was hard for both of us at that time. But a friend of my father took us in, so we did not end up in the system, we owe her our life, I do not know what I would have done without her, and I do not dare to.
I have now worked for that security company for about a year. I did save up the entire year, so now we have money to buy our Apartment. I was lucky I found an apartment near his school so that he can walk there in just a few minutes, it is not a big apartment, only about 60 m², but the Apartment has two bedrooms, a bathroom, and the kitchen and living room are in one room. Every day before I go to work, I send my little brother to bed around 10 pm, and I always kiss him goodnight on the cheek before I go to work. I also have my car, not a fancy one, but it can run, and that’s all that matters. I always make sure to be home before he goes to school at 7:30 am so I can send him off with a kiss on the cheek.
We have now lived there for about two months, and it has not been easy for us, it’s hard to take care of everything even if I still get help from my father’s friend. Which by the way, is called Kitsune, which means Fox in Japanese, and that’s what she is; she is a White Fox about as old as my dad if he was still alive today. He was 49 years old, and she didn’t look bad for that age; her fur was utterly Snow White mine was Pitch black, which just made my job easier, and my brother’s fur is two-color white with black spots. Which looks cute if you ask me, but I know my brother hates them and wants to be completely white as her.
I love my little brother and that I will always do, I’ll do anything for him, even fight against hell if I have to. Though it’s been three years now, I can still see the sadness in my brother’s eyes, at times knowing that he is missing our father; even though he was only seven years old at the time, he can still remember things about him. As I said, it has been hard for both of us, but I have my job to take things from my mind, and I wish I could take things from his mind too, and make him happy all the time. So on weekends, I take him out to see different things as much as I can, it always warms my heart when I see him smiling, I wish he had some friends at school, so he didn’t have to be so sad all the time. I wish I could take the sorrow from him, but I guess I cannot do that.