Tears of Tesserae (OPEN D3)
Oct 22, 2012 18:22:40 GMT -5
Post by munrolee on Oct 22, 2012 18:22:40 GMT -5
Father is getting worse and I'm running out of options.
Living in District 3 all of his life, Father has been breathing in this toxic air for over seventy years, and it's a wonder he's even able to walk. He told me stories about how I came to him, how my mother left me on his doorstep knowing she didn't have enough time to be choosy with her choice of my future home. Father has taught me the tell-tale signs of the deteriorating lungs. The most obvious sign, of course, is constant coughing or choking, but I assumed that years ago. More subtle signs he warned me of were short term memory loss, and getting winded almost instantly during physical activity.
Today was the first day he forgot where his glasses were, even when they were on his head.
My father is a brilliant man, being a Tester for many years allowed him to learn more about technology than most. Whatever he knows, he passes onto me, which I appreciate more than anything. Knowledge is power in this District. So when he starts to forget normal everyday things, I know his disease is getting worse.
I'm doing everything I can to keep him well. I've already invented his a customized air purifier, which reacts directly to noises like coughs and snores. I even scented the air slightly with a few drops of Father's wife's perfume. I knew it would ease his lungs a bit, which his smiling in his sleep has confirmed.
I'm even the primary bread winner in the house. Father, being older, is becoming less and less "useful" to the conveyor belts, and its becoming obvious they want him to retire. They keep cutting his pay and giving him ungodly hours to push his leaving, but Father is stronger than they think.
Even so, he cannot help how much money his job gives him. So I started my own business two years ago fixing household items. I only have a short list of clients, but the items that need fixing break often. My clients pay well also, given some know my father and/or our situation.
Although I make a decent amount of money, it's simply not enough. Father needs more medicine that we cannot afford. As his condition worsens, his pay keeps shrinking. Even though he knows of our condition, Father still won't let me sign up for Tesserae, even though it might save his life.
I've never lied to him.
I can't believe I just disobeyed him.
I look down at my hands, holding our years supply of oil and grain, disgusted with myself. How could I have let it get this bad? Why can't I find more clients?
These are my thoughts as I sit on the edge of the fountain and start to cry.
Then I hear footsteps heading in my direction...
(ooc: This is Munro Lee speaking, sorry I don't have a graphic for her yet. )
Living in District 3 all of his life, Father has been breathing in this toxic air for over seventy years, and it's a wonder he's even able to walk. He told me stories about how I came to him, how my mother left me on his doorstep knowing she didn't have enough time to be choosy with her choice of my future home. Father has taught me the tell-tale signs of the deteriorating lungs. The most obvious sign, of course, is constant coughing or choking, but I assumed that years ago. More subtle signs he warned me of were short term memory loss, and getting winded almost instantly during physical activity.
Today was the first day he forgot where his glasses were, even when they were on his head.
My father is a brilliant man, being a Tester for many years allowed him to learn more about technology than most. Whatever he knows, he passes onto me, which I appreciate more than anything. Knowledge is power in this District. So when he starts to forget normal everyday things, I know his disease is getting worse.
I'm doing everything I can to keep him well. I've already invented his a customized air purifier, which reacts directly to noises like coughs and snores. I even scented the air slightly with a few drops of Father's wife's perfume. I knew it would ease his lungs a bit, which his smiling in his sleep has confirmed.
I'm even the primary bread winner in the house. Father, being older, is becoming less and less "useful" to the conveyor belts, and its becoming obvious they want him to retire. They keep cutting his pay and giving him ungodly hours to push his leaving, but Father is stronger than they think.
Even so, he cannot help how much money his job gives him. So I started my own business two years ago fixing household items. I only have a short list of clients, but the items that need fixing break often. My clients pay well also, given some know my father and/or our situation.
Although I make a decent amount of money, it's simply not enough. Father needs more medicine that we cannot afford. As his condition worsens, his pay keeps shrinking. Even though he knows of our condition, Father still won't let me sign up for Tesserae, even though it might save his life.
I've never lied to him.
I can't believe I just disobeyed him.
I look down at my hands, holding our years supply of oil and grain, disgusted with myself. How could I have let it get this bad? Why can't I find more clients?
These are my thoughts as I sit on the edge of the fountain and start to cry.
Then I hear footsteps heading in my direction...
(ooc: This is Munro Lee speaking, sorry I don't have a graphic for her yet. )
