Gavin

A family trip was always on my list for a long time. During my elementary school and teen years, whenever any of my classmates came back from a trip with their family, I always wished to do the same thing with my parents, too.

Going somewhere together, spending time with one another, talking, playing games, eating, laughing, perhaps could give our family a chance to bond. There were so many times when I told my mother about going on a family trip. It didn’t have to be outside California, somewhere near the state would be fine, too. Just for two days, away from home, this routine life, somewhere peaceful, would be nice to think about our bond.

But that never happened. Both of my parents were too busy to fulfill the obligation that their little boy had. My mother was a total badass businesswoman at that time, working long days and nights, doing everything to save the Astor Empire while my father was working hard between the legs of random women.

It was fascinating to see how my parents