Prologue: As my mom's car drove by a tunnel of trees I stuck my head out of one of the windows of the car. A gust of strong wind blew in my face, I groaned as it messed up my hair. The trees looked different, atleast for me they looked different. the leaves were smothered in a golden hue. All I've ever seen in Philippines were green leaves. The atmosphere smelled strongly of something sweet, perhaps pumpkins? This must be what Canadians call autumn? Autumn. Were the flowers wilt and skies are dull.
