THE BOY NAMED FU

I know a fine young boy who lived everyday as if it was his last. He would go to work very early in the morning, work his ass off only to spend it in the night when he meets with his friends. He will then party really hard forgetting the toils and sufferings he had to go through in order to raise the previous days income. He slept in his mothers house which was given to the family after the death of his Grand Father. The boy was name Fu. Fu had an imaginary friend who will always whisper to the ears, you have to do your best. He was serious in everything he did except keeping his money for the future

One day, Fu had gone through his usual routine. Gone to work, had made some cool bucks to enjoy with the friends and had started partying hard. His mother wasnt feeling well that night and had called on him to come home early. Fu thought it was one of the tricks to prevent him from partying and as such refused to go home to see the mom. Dawn came and Fu was returning home. He was intoxicated with alcohol to the extent that he couldnt remove his shoes when he got home to lie down. Fu went and lay beside the mother and fell asleep. After a while, the normal routine was that his mother will bring him a pot of soup to help with the hang over. The time was 7 when he realised that the mother wasnt bringing the pot of soup

The mother had passed away during the night when Fu was partying hard. He had come to meet the corpse of the mother and couldnt even tell whether she was alive. That was the last straw that broke the carmels back. Fu turned to a new leave and started saving money and doing all the things the mother had told him to do..