My life. It's a small taste of a story I've been trying to write for the last 10 years; I hope you've all liked it so far.
My name is Kiba Snowpaw (Kiba means Fang) I'm a wolf, and I live in an apartment with my ten-year-old brother, Name Ena Snowpaw (Ena means Gift from God) I'm 19 years old, and I work as a security guard for a big company called Security Expert. So I am never home at night, and I sleep during the day, and we have no parents. Our mother died when my younger brother was born. I was still nine then, and I do not remember much about it. I can't even remember her face anymore.
My only memory of her is the picture that is on my desk of her and my father. It was very difficult for us both when our father died in a car accident about three years ago. But a friend of my father took us in, so we did not end up in the system. We owe her our lives. I do not know what I would have done without her. I do not dare to.
I have now worked for that security company for about a year now; I did save up the entire year so now we have money to buy our apartment. It was lucky that I found an apartment close to his school, so he could walk there in just a few minutes. It's not a particularly large apartment only about 60 m², but the apartment has two bedrooms and a bathroom and the kitchen and living room are in one room. Every day before I go to work, I send my little brother to bed around 10 pm. I always kiss him goodnight on the cheek before I leave for work. I also have my car. Not a fancy one, but it runs, and that's all that matters. I always make sure to be home before he heads to school at 7:30 am so I can send him off with a kiss on the cheek.
We have now lived there for about two months. While I still get help from my father's friend, it's challenging to take care of everything. Which by the way she is called Kitsune. This means Fox in Japanese and that's what she is. She is a white fox about as old as my dad if he was still alive today. He was 49 years old, and she didn’t look bad at that age. Her fur was completely white, mine was pitch black, which just made my job easier, and my brother's fur is two colors white with black spots. Which looks cute if you ask me, but I know my brother hates them and wishes he was as white as her.
As long as I have a little brother, I'll do anything to protect him, and fight hell if I have to. Anyway Even though it's been three years now, I can still see the sadness in my brother's eyes. At times, I know he is missing our father. Even though he was only seven years old at the time he can still remember things about him. As I mentioned, it has been challenging for both of us, but I have my job to clear things off my mind. I wish I could take things off his mind too, and make him happy all of the time. So on weekends I take him out to do as many different things as I can. It always warms my heart when I see him smiling. I would have preferred he had some friends at school, so he didn't have to be so sad all the time. I wish I could erase the sorrow from him, but I guess I cannot do that.