As what my name telling me, it isn't in reality, yes! I am Prince with nothing but a wooden house, living in very flung area, stops studying because my mother can't support my schooling, our father on the other hand left us with no reason, me and my mother Theresa, we supporting each other to live. We are picking garbage at the dump site near our house, plastics and metals are the ones that we can call gold to our eyes, and sell it in a certain price — our neighbors had the same job as well. We need to be early as soon as before sunrise as we are not the only one picking those garbage to sell, the garbage came from other nearest municipal and this is the main dump site. Every 5 in the morning they are throwing the garbage so the advantage of being early is really important.
My mother somehow is too old to do things like this that's why I'm telling her that she can stay at home and I'm the one will work. I can finish it until 12 noon and buy 2 kilos of potato for dinner, or buy tomatoes and salt instead. I'll boil the potato and put a little bit of salt to make it more thrilling. My mother always likes it and thankful for I am responsible to her and to our life to live. I didn't choose this life, but I'm satisfied. Of course, I dreamt about good things in life, I dream to finish college with my chosen course — anyhing about computer-related course — or atleast I finish High school as I could possibly have a chance for a decent job rather than this. But fate bring me in this situation, that i need to save every drop of blessings I am receiving, and no matter how I think of the possibilities, I don't think I can get out of here with my mother.
If I could have my father by our side, maybe the situation twisted a little bit for us, maybe I'm not doing what I am ought to do and choose another path. But I'm not putting any blame to my father, we could still eat atleast twice a day. I'm used to it, the hot westher, the house, the smell, everything are not bad afterall. I have friends here, we are perfectly happy, we can provide the needs and even sometimes we crave for something, specifically those who are only rich people can provide, we only think and say to each other that someday we will reach those dreams and we will see our selves successful and satisfied, then we will laugh because it's beyond our imagination.
I am walking on the street cause I've decided to see different this day, I go to near places and municipalities that I haven't seen yet. I passed through different stores, selling accessories, bags, figurine or even street foods you name it, I feel hungry somehow looking at those, I enter in one shop selling antique sculptures and body accesories, and there this one thing that captured my attention, there this one girl figurine wearing something like japanese kimono with a fan as her weapon posing like she's ready to attack anyone soon.
"That's Geisha warrior, a girl with a thousand pound strenght but with pure heart" someone at my back talking with full of information in his words. I turn around with hesitation cause It feels like he's going to throw me outside after.
"She's beautiful amd scary" i added.
"Yes indeed!, once there was always a Geisha in any japanese clan, they serve as the queen of war, they are nursing those wounded souldier but at the same time fight along side with the Leader of the group, they are beautiful with a heart"
After he sums up everything about Geisha, two men come in and they look like someone knows about antique so the owner started entertaining them. I walk out and roam again along the road, when I feel like I'm getting tired, I've decided to go back and rest. I'd still have the feeling of like there's a fire in me that I want to be more like inspired person.
I arrive at home and walk straight to mother, She told me that she's hungry, enough for me to start preparing dishes that she likes. I cook scrambled egg with tomato promptly slice. I serve it with her favorite tea and it compliments the serve with her smile, it makes me feel good every time. I lie in bed and gaze at the ceiling, my thoughts start to amaze and start to think to be more inspired, I may not be able to be one of the luckiest man alive, I may be poor, but I have a heart, a mother, and work to supply our needs. I still think I'm lucky enough compare to those who has nothing and then I started closing my eyes and fall asleep.
I wake up after 2 hours because of a heavy rain pouring in our rooftop, and of course, it started to wet our house because our roof has a lot hole, I put caps so it will contain the water. I look for mother and find her sleeping on her bed, I put blankets so she won't feel colds. The Lightning is strong that makes me close my eyes every time, I look at the window and It gets me in solitude state, being like this, feeling alone is never easy, it really just so happens that I'm poor and I maybe He gives this life because I am tough and I can make my dreams come true. Maybe someday, I'll be out of here, I'll be living on my own dream house or I'll be able to buy everything I want. I may be under a tree right now, but soon – I hope, I'll be on the top. But today, I'm a warrior, I'm the captain of my soul and no regret I will face everything, I'll continue living with no restrictions, I'll be the one who will carry my mother on the top. I promise...