Rain

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

He stuffed the fried tilapia in his mouth before his mom could see.
"Danny I counted the fish, one is gone, where did it go?" Mrs Asamoah said her hands on her waist.

Daniel gave a sheepish smile when he saw his mom's stance most of the time in his mind he expected lightening to struck whenever she placed her hand on her waist, it mostly meant trouble was coming and it was mostly coming for him, "Sorry it called to me"

"Oh really? This was why you volunteered to help me cook?"

"Mom you know he can't resist your cooking" Rhoda came to his aid.

"Yes mom you know that" he licked his fingers.

"That's why you should know how to cook yourself" his sister reprimanded giving him a look that just said payback.

He gulped, "I'll just go out now"
"Yeah you better because if the frying pan ends up in my hand you are in trouble mister" Rhoda said a smile on her face.

He was already at the door when his mom called, "Would you mind getting her, it's time for supper"

"Sure thing mom" he went unwillingly. The fact that she got to sleep in his old room making him sleep in the couch was enough to harbour a little ill feeling against her.

But its not her fault, you knocked her down, the voice in his head reprimanded him. His conscience was his criticizing voice. He felt it did a too good job at the criticizing him.

He knocked but got no response, the door was unlocked so he entered.

"Sorry to barge in but you are needed. It's time for supper" he trailed off before realising she was asleep.

Well that means more fish for me.

He turned to leave when he caught sight of his old books on the table. He drew near opening one of the books, the first page had a drawing of his father. He had gotten Daniel the drawing books as he had always said, Daniel was his artist. His dad had been the first to actually encourage him to paint. As a thank you he had drawn his dad on the first page. It was not his best drawing because his skill evolved over the years, but he could see the small resemblance of his dad in the drawn figure.

Daniel sat down overwhelmed at the thought of his father. He had been his best friend and had died due to a cardiac arrest, he already had heart problems. His death was a big blow to him as he was close to him and had been his mentor and the one.
His death had been the end of his passion for drawing.

He's in a better place, he reminded himself.

He opened the second page which was a cloud painted dark blue with trees that seemed to be swaying in the wind. It was a picture he'd drawn on a rainy day. Getting lost in the old drawings he turned from pages to another, reminiscing the memories of the lost passion for drawing.

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Her eyes shot open sensing someone in the room. Turning her head, she saw a dark figure by the desk, a scream burst out of her as she scrambled backward toward the headboard.

The startled figure shot up and in haste tripped over the chair. The door burst open and Mrs. Asamoah rushed in with Rhoda in tow.

"What happened?" Mrs Asamoah asked looking between the figure on the floor and her. Rhoda thankfully switched on the light illuminating the room as light flooded the room

The figure she now realized was Daniel groaned on the floor before standing up supporting himself with the chair

"Are you okay?" she asked him.
He stared at her like she was something strange, "Me? I'm wonderful"