When I was young, my parents and I lived happily in Japan, but that all changed when I was eight. My father is a man named Rintarou Hinata and he worked as an adventurer. He would go to distant places, take photos of them, and write about his experiences there. I never thought much about it when I was younger, but it was likely that his success at this job was what allowed the three of us to live in such comfort back then. My mother was a good woman and used to work as an accountant at a prestigious firm, but she quit when I was born in order to raise me.
I believed that we were happy, until I realized that I was wrong. I found out that my mother often missed my father, but allowed him to leave because she knew that he was doing what he , she didn't want me to have to travel with them to so many different places.
I believe that she would have continued to support him, if not for the fact that he came back to Japan two weeks earlier than he had said, without telling us. No, we found out that he was back, when Mom and I were coming back from grocery shopping and found him out on a date with another woman. I still don't know if this was the first time that he had cheated on Mom, or if he had been doing it for years. However, I do know the results of it.
We left Japan less than two weeks later. I suppose that Dad felt bad about lying to her or maybe he just didn't care, but he let Mom take me, and gave her the divorce and terms that she wanted without complaining. Mom used the money that she had him give her in order to buy a house in a small town in America. It wasn't large, but it was home to the two of us for years. Until, I was fifteen, when my world changed again.