Knowing that my brother, Kyle, and I would have to live with our father in Iowa now that our mother had just passed away, we would have to transfer schools and leave all of our friends behind. When we finally arrived to our destination, I went up to my room and began settling into my surroundings. A few minutes passed when my father called us down to set the table for dinner. After the satisfying meal, my father had excused himself from the table and went into the basement.
My brother then asked, “What do you think he’s doing down there?”
“I don’t know. I don’t think we should bother him,” I responded.
After a few days of the same routine where my father always spends time in the basement and we just sit here thinking about what he’s doing, Kyle came up to me one day and suggested that we should go down into the basement and look at what’s inside the room.
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Gizem / GerilimWhen their mom dies two boys learn a lot of things about their dad. The things they find are... well I don't want to give it all away. You will just have to read.
