Time With You

Start of H-E-L-L

We passed through a fountain in front of the building that looks like centuries old. Mister William told me about the story of this building where my parents’ charity was housed. According to him, it was formerly owned by one of the wealthiest man and woman of this town who had already passed away. Their daughter sold this old-house-turned-into-building (renovated) to my parents years ago for she knew what my parents’ intention was. 

Mr. William added that that young lady have a good heart that she said she will be involved in our foundation even at a young age. Mr. William’s story was cut when we reached a big sculpted wooden door. Above is a sign which says Head Office. Mister Williams knocked three times.

We both remained silent as we waited for someone to open the door.

I carry the weight of my half full backpack by pulling off its straps making it in contact of my back muscles. This makes me feel warm.

I tip toe once in a while like a rocking chair as I roamed around my eyes at the ceiling. I brushed by quiff hair with my right hand and then the door opened.

A lady, which is probably of twenty fifth years of age, appeared to sight wearing a big smile on her face.

“Good Morning!”  She then gestured ‘This way’.

“Your mom’s been waiting for you.” She added and she’s all cheeky. I do not know if she is being friendly or being friendly. I said not a word just a weak smile.

The room was quite huge for an office though.  

  What you can see as you enter were two leather-sheathed couches that were adjacently placed and magazines that were piled up under the side table.

A painting of about 3X5meters is placed head on of one of the two couches. It showcases children wearing huge smiles on their faces. Most probably they are the ones that this charity foundation serves.

On a distance, you will see a long table which is similar to those you can see on movies where meetings were held. On the left was a passage to four smaller rooms. We passed on this until we reach the room that last room. I saw my mom by the transparent glass part of the door.

The young lady opened the door. And my mom stood from her seat and come towards me. She guided me towards the table as she holds me on my elbows. One of her arms embracing me. Wow. It was years before I was held this way by my mom. I was always been wanting to feel caressed and warm. Oh well, enough for this drama.

“This is my son, Andrew.” She looked at me with a big smile then turns on to the woman of about fifty years of age.

“He will be one of the volunteers of our foundation.” She added. “He will be the regular tutor of the children and also feeder of the young children for the whole summer.”

And this made my eyes open widely like crazy. Did she just say, whole summer?

“Mom!” I blurted out in a controlled voice furrowing my eyebrows.

“I thought I was just here for a vacation or something. I can teach reading for two to three days.One week is more than enough. We didn’t talk about that I should do this for the WHOLE SUMMER.” I really did emphasize the last two words.

This is insane. I mean they can’t punish me like that.

All I wanted is their attention. But I guess they will never get what I mean. Never in a million years.

Teenagers are supposed to be free from toxicity of school.  This summer  vacation is supposed to be fun, you know.

This will surely a hell-of-a-summer.