Destiny Bond's: The Tale Of Ghost Dog!

chapter 10

After an hour, Lucia, Luis' mother, was worried and wouldn't let her husband sleep.

André, on the other hand, didn't care about what their son was doing or if he stayed out late as long as they let him sleep. It was difficult for him with his wife pacing back and forth with the phone in her hand, trying to call Luis.

"Our son isn't answering," she said. "Why isn't he answering?"

"How would I know?" he asked sarcastically. "How can a bum want a phone if he doesn't answer a single call?"

His mother ran to the window of her bedroom when she heard a noise at the gate. And she looked, relieved because he had just arrived.

"Thank you, God!" she exclaimed as she came down the stairs into the living room.

Luis opens the door to his room with a frightened expression.

"Have you lost your mind, son?" she asked. "Is this the time to come home?"

"It's not my fault," Luis said. "Mom, I found out who's behind the disappearance of the neighborhood animals."

"Again with this?" she asked. "How many times do I have to tell you not to get involved in this? What a thing!"

"Somebody needs to do something," said Luis. "I'm just doing what nobody else does."

"It's dangerous, my God," she said. "I bet you weren't at anybody's house."

"It's true, I didn't go see anyone," Luis replied. "At least, not from this world."

"What?" she asked.

"I went to the cemetery to visit and talk to someone special, because I'm not like my brother, who's always surrounded by friends!" said Luis. "And I never will be because I'm different."

Luis goes up the stairs towards his room.

"Son!" she grumbled.

His father, who was in the kitchen, got involved.

"Why don't you call the asylum to pick him up?" the father said.

"How can you say that?" she asked. "He's our son and he needs help!"

"Why do you still defend this bum?" the father growled. "If he was like your brother, he wouldn't be dead weight in this family!"

"He's our son!" she exclaimed. "Maybe he would be normal if someone here, instead of helping, didn't spend all their time outside getting drunk and spent more time with the family!"

"Now it's my fault?" yelled his father. "I'm tired of hearing this!"

"No. "You want to know the truth?" she said. "It's my fault for marrying an alcoholic."

Luis, angry at hearing his parents' screams in the room, threw things on the floor, shouting and leaning against the corner of the wall crying, while looking at the gallery of photos scattered on the floor.

There was a drawing from when she was a child among the photos. It showed a boy and a dog playing together.

The same drawing he made at his grandmother's house before she died.

His mother entered his room. And she saw him.

"You still keep this drawing?" she asked.

"Yes, I remember drawing it with my grandmother. "When my life was still worth it," said Luis. "I miss her."

"I miss her too, son," she said. "But we have to be strong and move on."

"Why does everyone talk as if it's easy?" Luis asked.

"I never said it was easy," she said. "You know, there are times when I miss my father and my brother, but I try not to think about it." Because, just like all stories, there's always an ending."

"What do you mean?" Luis asks.

"We are all the protagonists of our own stories, son, and all stories, like all others, have an ending," she said. "Their story ended, but ours hasn't. Understand?"

"Yes, Mom, that was very poetic," said Luis.

"I used to say that to myself whenever someone died," she explained. "It means we must move on." Your grandmother has already lived her life; she would want you to do the same.

Luis smiled and suddenly, the sound and brightness of the fireworks announcing the turn of another year made them go to the window to observe.

"Happy New Year, son!" she said.

"Happy New Year to you too, Mom!" he said.

She hugged him and they both watched the fireworks.

"I told you I would be back before the fireworks," Luis joked.

"Luckily," his mother joked.

Together, they laughed. And the father, who had come to ask something from his wife, let go of what he was going to ask and observed them from the doorway.