Blood Brothers 🩸

The Road to Tomorrow

### **INT. BOBBY'S APARTMENT - MORNING**

The aroma of pancakes filled the air as Bobby attempted to channel his inner chef, a title he was far from deserving. Mia sat at the table, her eyes lighting up as she watched him struggle with the spatula, flipping pancakes that were more like abstract art than breakfast.

"Dad, I think your pancake just committed suicide," Mia laughed, pointing at the charred remains that had flipped over like a sad little turtle.

"Hey, this is called 'pancake expressionism,'" Bobby replied, a mock-seriousness in his voice. "It's all the rage in culinary circles. You wouldn't understand."

"Culinary circles?" she snickered. "You mean the circle of smoke that comes from burning food?"

Bobby feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart. "I'll have you know that I am a culinary genius in training. Just wait until I master the art of toast!"

### **INT. BOBBY'S APARTMENT - KITCHEN TABLE - MOMENTS LATER**

After a chaotic breakfast involving more laughter than actual eating, they settled down at the table. Mia took a big bite of her pancake, a grin spreading across her face.

"Okay, Dad, I'll admit it. This is actually pretty good," she said, trying to stifle a giggle as she chewed.

"See? I told you I had skills!" Bobby replied, puffing out his chest in mock pride. "Next, I'll teach you how to master cereal."

Mia rolled her eyes, but her smile was genuine. "You're the best chef ever, Dad. I can't wait to tell my friends that you're a pancake artist."

"Just remember to mention my extensive experience with toast," he winked, feeling a warmth in his heart.

### **INT. BOBBY'S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - LATER THAT WEEK**

The apartment was filled with the sounds of laughter and chatter as Mia prepared for her high school art show. The walls adorned with her creations, she had transformed the living room into a mini gallery, each piece telling a story of its own.

"Dad, what do you think about this one?" she asked, presenting a colorful painting that swirled with emotion.

"It's incredible! You've captured all the chaos of my pancake-making skills perfectly," he teased, earning a playful swat from her.

"Very funny. I call this one 'Chaos and Color,' not 'Dad's Breakfast Fail.'"

Bobby chuckled, his heart swelling with pride. "You've come so far, Mia. I can't believe you're already in high school, showcasing your work. Your mom would be so proud."

Mia's expression softened. "I know. I wish she could be here to see it."

### **EXT. SCHOOL - ART SHOW NIGHT**

The night of the art show arrived, and Bobby stood outside the school, the bright lights illuminating the entrance, a mix of excitement and nerves swirling within him. As they walked in, he felt a wave of nostalgia wash over him. The bustling crowd reminded him of the vibrant life he had once shared with Daniella.

As Mia introduced him to her friends, he felt a sense of pride swell within him. "This is my dad! He's a pancake artist!" she declared, and Bobby couldn't help but laugh, playing along.

"Only the finest pancake art, folks. I'm available for birthday parties!" he said, striking a pose, earning a chorus of giggles from the group.

### **INT. SCHOOL GYM - LATER THAT NIGHT**

The gym was filled with art pieces, and as Mia led Bobby through the displays, he watched her beam with pride. She explained each piece with a passion that reminded him so much of Daniella.

"Dad, look at this one! It's called 'Reflections.' I painted it to show how we see ourselves versus how the world sees us."

"That's deep," he remarked, genuinely impressed. "You're really going to give me a run for my money when it comes to being philosophical."

She grinned, her eyes sparkling. "I guess I inherited that from you!"

As the night went on, Bobby couldn't shake the feeling of Daniella's presence enveloping them, a warm embrace that made the night feel magical.

### **INT. BOBBY'S APARTMENT - LATER THAT NIGHT**

When they returned home, Bobby felt a mix of exhaustion and elation. He watched as Mia hung her award for "Best in Show" on the wall, her smile brighter than ever.

"See, Dad? I told you I'd make you proud!" she exclaimed, dancing around the living room.

"More than proud. You were amazing tonight, kiddo. Just like your mom," he said, his voice softening.

Mia's expression turned serious as she sat down beside him, her eyes searching his. "Dad, can I ask you something?"

"Of course, anything," he replied, his heart racing slightly.

"Can you tell me about Mom? Like... how did she die?" Her voice was small, but the question hung in the air like a heavy weight.

Bobby's heart sank.

He had always tried to shield her from the pain of that night, but he knew the day would come when she would want to know.

**FADE OUT.**