In My Desperate Time

“What’s this?” I ask.

The wind discomposes his hair.

He seems to stand in the wind for a long time.

“Medicine.”

He says and shoves the medicine to me. Then he leaves.

He drinks a lot, too, and probably calls his chauffeur to pick him up. And his car, parks right behind me, I don’t notice it.

Actually, I am thinking, if Frances Louis offers me an olive branch now, perhaps I will really say yes.

Tonight, I am so fragile. I Desperately need a harbor to dock my wandering heart.

I open the medicine bag and look inside. They are all anti-allergic medicine.

I smile sadly. I swallow the medicine without water.

Perhaps only the pain and suffering can support me to go on.

I arrive home, there is another man except my mom and dad.

My brother Frank Noyes.

My parents sit beside him, one is on the left and the other is on the right. They serve him like serving an empire. One peels orange for him and the other massages his shoulders.

on the tea table. I know these are bought with my money even thinking with my toes.

“Why do you come back? Aren't you studying abroad?”

doesn’t even look at me. He is still playing a hand game with his phone.

have as much money as other students,

I feel really mad hearing what he says. Although the relationship there is found by Andrew Malan, his expenses abroad have been borne by me. My parents

tuition have been paid by me. And now you1 just quit study. Do you

grab Frank Noyes's phone, throw it on the tea

to him again, “he is your brother, why are you so fierce? If he doesn’t want to study, then he can just quit. He lives faraway, and I can’t often see him. It’s better for

is still hard to see them being so inconsiderate of my feelings.

I should be able to support a large family. I can't even keep myself

Restlessly, I turn to Frank Noyes and say coldly, “since you don't want to go to school, then

“No, dad and mon would support

“What dad and mon? It’s me who

to sleep in the main room tonight. My dad and she are going to squeeze on the couch, and

only desperation lest in my