Borrowed Lives

I - A learner and the luminous

I must be honest with you, the Bible is amazingly interesting. The characters, the stories, the timelines, they all make me enjoy my life. Studying is the key for a happy life - at least, in my case. Whether it is about the stories of king Saul, prophets, or even foreign invasions, my brain becomes happy. To be honest with you, it's not just the Bible I find highly enjoyable. 

"Elijah, who are you talking to?" 
That's my mother you are hearing. She cares for me, she'd do anything for me. I love her so much, that I prefer her over studying - which as you see, I really love. I better answer her question. 

"Just a second, mum!", I said. She responded with: "Alright Elijah, but you still have to do your homework and your chores!". 
To be fair, I'm completely fine with my homework. It means more studying time and more things to know. Those are already two things I like. The chores, on the other hand, are when the real pain starts. Whether it's washing the dishes, taking the dog out for a walk, doing laundry...
I could continue, but that would depress me and you as well, possibly. 

"Come on, Elijah!", my mum yelled, 5 minutes or so later: "It's time to start your chores!" 
"Alright!", I said, disappointed; and so I did. I managed to do my geometry homework, to finish my algebra school work, to overcome my literature school tasks and to easily expedite my school assignments about the Bible lessons. So I did with the rest of the homework. 
Now, that the homework was finished, there was one thing left to do, with that being to take the trash out. I decided to fake a need for a stop from doing the tasks, considering that I didn't really want to do my daily chores. 

After a quarter of an hour, my mother commanded me to start doing my daily chores - to take out the trash. Thus, I put my shoes one, took the trash bags on my shoulder, and went outside. It was almost the end for the hour of 7:00 post meridiem, and the wind was flowing through the small street where our humble residence is. 

That's when, all of a sudden, something luminous shows up. It got closer and closer. That's when I discovered that it is around three meters long, five meters wide and around two meters deep. One may say that it is a pretty big thing. Upon seeing it, I froze. It was like I couldn't move, even on command. The mysterious thing got closer and closer, until it squashed my head. A loud sound of debris was heard, although I couldn't seen it because of the pain and my immediate reaction - with that being passing out. 

Everything was dark, until I suddenly saw a white dot. Then, another one appeared. So did many more until everything was white. It seemed as if I were hallucinating, which just happened to be the situation that made the most sense for that time. 
Suddenly, a hand appeared. It seemed as if the person which the hand belongs to is wearing a long, white dress. I believe its intention was to lend a helping hand... literally. I grabbed onto the hand, and it felt familiar, as if I touched this hand before. I believe it was my aunt's. 

My assumption was close, it belonged to my aunt's brother - my father. 
My father is a mysterious man, to say the least. Sixteen years I live with him, yet I still don't know much about him. 
I know he served in the reserves duty in the military, but he never tells me anything about it. Not even referencing something - not even in the slightest - about his service. It almost seems like he didn't really serve there. 
Despite not knowing what he was, I can tell you what his is currently. He is more of the serious, hard kind. He works by the rules, and forces the people he is with to do such as well. It would probably not be easy to get away with not doing your chores when he is around, especially after he discovers you dare to attempt to do such. 

On account of such a difference of personalities, my parents tend to disagree on things, whether it is about me doing my chores or them maintaining the house. Even though this is the case, they barely argue. Even when they do argue, the argument is somewhat small and short. 
To be fair, I enjoy it when they settle things out. It makes me feel that family's sense of unity is stronger than before, and it encourages me to spend more time with my family. 
Sure, that time might not be spent for learning, but as I said prior - family comes before learning.