Burning Embers

her right now so... I am the driver, my life is the road, the bags of cement are problems, mistakes, love (basically everything th

d and my eyes fell on the family portrait that sad above the bed's headboard. It was portrait of our family- my Father, my Mother my Brothers (Jack and Paul) and me the youngest – taken on

I moved down the hallway. I was met with the scent of my father's oud perfume. I followed the scent in to the r

uncing, my presence

ds slowly the way he always did he removed

you r

and listened to his words of encouragement and h

ion not to cry, I couldn't help the tears as he spoke,as I imagined bein

n to your studies and surround our self with the right people. 'Okay mom' I answere

ntered the car that took me to the airport with

use I've never left my parents

n't left, I would never have met him. The one who

de to play an in flight movie, and so I slept all the way from America to Vancouver.We arrived at Vancouver International Airport in the morning and as Jack and I made our way out of the plane, he turned to

to go and check if they have second book of the Brandon sander-son series" I told my brother wh

of grey, curious to see all what the fuss has been about. After I paid at the counter,I turned around and a guy bumped into

a British accent as pulled his phone from h

he said like he was

his phone "You weren't wa

high school. They exchanged handshake and pleasantries. I rolled my eyes