1 Moving On (1/2)

The smell of cooking bacon wafted through the air. I was in the kitchen making breakfast for my daughter and I before she had to go to school. My daughter finally came down dressed in her school uniform. Even though it is a public school they had adopted school uniforms

”Morning, mom. Breakfast almost ready?”

”Good morning Yuki. Yes, it is just about done. Go sit down, and I will bring it out.”

A short while later, we were sitting at the table, enjoying our scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast. Ever since I divorced my ex-husband, we had been living frugally. My Ex was the CEO of a worldwide electronics company.

I had met him when I was a freshman in college, and he was here starting the American branch of his company as he was originally from Japan. After several months of dating, we got married. I had dropped out of school, and we moved to Japan. It was great living there, and I enjoyed the culture. His parents were not happy with our marriage, and they would make it clear that I was not the ideal wife, however, despite all that, I did enjoy my life.

That didn't last long, however. Several years after Yuki was born, we moved back to the US so he could manage that branch. His company was developing a new type of virtual reality product that would turn the competition on its head. Because of that, he needed to be there in the project's final days.

During this time, Yuki had started high school, and I was a stay at home mom. It was in Yuki's junior year of high school that I discovered the affair my ex-husband had. He was seeing another woman from the company. Angry, I decided to confront him about it.

He had told me his parents were right, and I was not a good wife for someone of stature. So his family found him a much more suitable wife. During the divorce process, I was in a deep depression. I had given up on my dreams to be his wife and the mother of his children, and he threw it all away as if it meant nothing.

I had started to drink heavily, going about most of the day in a drunken stupor. Yuki had taken care of me during that year. We had only gotten a small settlement from the divorce. Which consisted of a lump sum of 50,000 dollars, child support until, and my share of the company, which only amounted to the new VR devices they were developing.

It was a big slap in the face, and to make matters worse, that bastard even removed Yuki from any inheritance. Saying that once he has a proper child, they won't need the competition from any bastard children. That was what sent me over the edge, to treat our child like she was some kind of inconvenience.

We were kicked out of the house and forced to move from District A, which was a high-class district to District F. The US had done away with its states after a massive economic crash back in 2020. There had been a revolt and civil war that lasted for about five years before the government was able to regain control. Due to this, all the states had been disbanded and in place were districts labeled from A to G.

Moving to District F, we found a cheap 2-bedroom 1-bath house for 30,000 dollars and was close to where my parents lived. Yuki didn't show it, but I knew she was devastated, how could her father who she trusted and loved just to throw her away like that. Once we settled in, I changed mine and Yuki's last names from Hamasaki to my maiden name of Allen.

After a while, Yuki managed to help pull me from my depression, and we decided to start a new life with just me and her.

”Hey, mom, any luck finding a job?”

Yuki's voice had brought me out of my thoughts of the past.

”Not yet, sweetie, and before you ask, no, I don't need you to get a job. You focus on your school and get into a good college and leave the adulting to me. It's my job to take care of you, not the other way around; you took care of me enough as it is.”

Yuki nodded her head, but I could see the sadness in her eyes. Still, though, this is a burden that shouldn't be placed on her shoulders. I had a few jobs in the past, but I was always replaced for the newer, younger model.

”Don't look so sad; your aunt is coming over today to help me look for a job.”

”All right, mom. Well, I am off to school, tell Aunt Alex I said hi, and remember I am here if you need me.”

Yuki grabbed her last piece of toast and rushed out the door with her bag. Hearing the door close, I sighed to myself, placing my hands over my face and started to cry for a bit. A few moments later, I stood up and gave my cheeks a few slaps.

(No more pity party. Pull yourself together.)

I spend the morning cleaning up the house before sitting down at our cheap old computer and started looking through job listings. Thirty minutes into my search, I heard a knock on the door. I lock the PC and walk over to the door and answer it. Opening it up, I see my twin sister Alexa. She always hated that name as she was made fun of in school. People would call her name and ask her to play a song, so she just started going by Alex.

She had short dirty blond hair done in a cute layered pixie-bob, unlike my medium length hair I usually wore in a bun. Seeing as we were twins, we both had blue eyes and a somewhat pale complexion. She was wearing yoga pants, a tank top, and some running shoes. She was always the fit one and enjoyed her exercise.

”Hey Alex, how are you?”