his name is god

"Brazil… Huh? I’ve heard it’s a nice place." He murmured keeping his gaze on their way, but still listening to whatever the other had to say. "I’ve heard there’s a lot of wild in there too." Though the time he heard about it was at a history class and the teacher was probably talking about something that happened 500 years ago. However… Sometimes it would appear something on television about Amazon Rain Forrest… It was in Brazil, right? Was the whole country like that? Not like he ever held interest in other countries, but knowing someone from there mad it inevitable to wonder about how the place he lived was like. Well, perhaps it was none of his business anyway. 

   As a child, he spent a lot of his time exploring the places around his house rather than being inside of the house itself. It was a simple home with two floors and three bedrooms, one for his parents, one for himself, and a nursery that was always under construction, never quite complete until months before he ran away. His parents were always trying for a second child but had no luck. Despite such unfortunate events, they still made Samaru feel like he was enough for them. They constantly told him that they wanted a little girl because Samaru would make the best big brother. 

    Months later, when Samaru just turned thirteen, his parents finally managed to successfully get pregnant. That's when it clicked, when he realized that he wasn't enough for his parents. All of their time was devoted to this baby who wasn't even born yet, or so Samaru thought. They loved him, with all of their heart and then some more but he was too blind. When he ran away, they were absolutely heart broken. They lost their baby once it just reached the third trimester, just two weeks after they lost their first child. To this day, they probably still mourned their lost children. Samaru refused to believe such a thing. Samaru refused to think about his family anymore.