Southern Summer Night

[Chapter 1] - One Night

"Tennessee? Dad are you insane? We are going to Tennessee?” I blurted in surprise as dad was watching my saliva hurdled over and stacked into his face while I was in a jolt. “Listen Cisely, this will just be a vacation. Never think that it would be a permanent stay.” He clarified. “But Dad no! I was having a plan dad. I would be having my piano lesson and more.” I justified. Dad couldn’t endure me much of his patience that immediately, I never expected him to be as weird and as horrifying as this. He gripped my right arm and I can feel the sweat of his palms that attached to my skin. His eyes were looking burned out. “Don’t you to appreciate nature? The trees and the fresh air of the southern concern?” He said. He was actually talking about the Southern Central America. He’s gripping my arm tightly that I couldn’t help to back my arm off from his hands. “Dad, have you not acquired satisfaction? We still can experience to breathe fresh air here in New York. No need to go elsewhere! “I insisted. “You don’t understand” He said. “You really don’t!” and because of my displeasure, I ran out to my room as fast as I could to just walk out and there I left dad standing still at the center of our living room, facing the floor with a worried outlook. How come did Dad figured out a trip like this? I understand that he wants to go to Tennessee because he wants to visit mom’s corpse that was buried in the earth’s vault. But it doesn’t mean that I would be going with him. I will really be disgusted when going somewhere. Especially my summer has been reserved for my piano and swimming lessons.

I still can remember the time when I was young. When my mom bought us a new XBOX for just an indoor enjoyment. Unlike Dad, she often wants be at home than to go somewhere else. Mom has a little phobia in riding a car. Because back to the time when she was young, her family and she, frequently got their new hobby treat to hop in on striding everywhere. But not after her Dad and her sister died because of a tragic accident that led her family now which is us to be fully guarded with her eyes and with the four protective house walls. And this is the characteristic that we cannot see in dad. Dad wants to go and explore the world with his mountain climbing hobby when he was just as young as twenty- seven. Dad actually was a biologist before, but he stopped his terrific interest of science when mom came to His life. I don’t actually know why the two of them got together and were married since they have a lot of oppositions. Well, as what they’ve said, opposite do attracts. But I don’t think that this saying really works well.

Somehow I don’t have an idea that I can decree in excess of dad. He is my dad. Dad I know was a skinny, tall, curly- haired and a bit muddled- looking person but just for the freedom of the truth I know, though he was a careworn person, he has the cleanest and fairest heart of the entire dad I have ever known. But out of the cool things I have learned to see him, there is something I really be injurious of his attitude most. And this is this! You know, I think I was a lot abundantly and highly favored of mom’s traits. Like in the sense of  hating to travel, hating adventures,-- you know, well even though I wasn’t having the phobia that mom has experienced, I still can’t see any doubt of being kill- joy. However, I am looking forward for my summer to be relishable. But I don’t think, going to Tennessee will be the greatest solution for me to have a such remarkable summer ever in my life.

Now, I took a glimpse and I glanced to my door half- opened. I can still see the madness of dad. For now, he was sitting and he’s looking at the window as if he’s waiting for someone to go out and jump over there. He was holding something in his left hand. At first, I thought it was a container or somewhat like a box of cigarettes because I can see a little color red at both sides, then black, white and something. But then after I stared and fix my eyes to the object he was clutching, I realized that he was holding mom’s lovely picture. He was gaping it closely to his eyes and he began to express. It sounded: