Behind Everything...

Chapter 1

Everything that happens has a reason behind in it. The things people do for us and the things we do for the people, everything has a reason.

It was another morning in the house of Williams. Mr and Mrs Williams have recently shifted to New York along with their son and their old father. It wasn't the first time for them. They were used to it. Shifting from places to places as Mr Williams is an Army Officer.

Mrs Helena Williams hurriedly does her household work and shifted the heavy boxes from the way. It was Monday and as quick as possible she wanted to finish her other household works so that she could prepare for the morning breakfast.

"Tristan, hurry up son, you will be late for the first day of the school", Mrs Williams yelled from the downstairs to her son Tristan.

Tristan is the only child of theirs and the dearest of all including the teacher's favourite from his previous school. He is born with good looks just like his father and brains too. With the same ambitions just like his Dad and his Grandfather of serving their nation.

His Grandfather was an army officer too and he always dreamed of his Son and Grandson to follow the same path. 

According to Tristan his Father is the ideal man and he is one who Tristan admires the most. He wants to be like him but somewhere in his heart, he feels something else which he could not understand.

Lazily he pulled himself out of his comfortable bed and sat on the edge of his bed.

The Williams family wasn't even able to settle up all the things but it was already a rush since it was Monday and Tristan's first day to his new school.

Tristan looked at his school stuffs which was neatly arranged on his study table which was settled right next to his bed. Feeling exhausted from the late night work he again dives his head into his soft pillow.

"Tris, Wake up you sleepyhead!", Mrs Williams yelled again.

"I'm Up!", he yelled back assuring his mother that he will be there soon.

Last night was tiring for him as he helped his family with the shifting thing and after that, he arranged his books and other school requirements for the next day school and also checked the photographs of his new high school. 

He quickly jumped out of his bed and quickly grabbed his towel and then carefully twisted the doorknob. After placing the towel on the other side, he gently splashes cold water on his tired face.

He looked at his own reflection, the droplets over his face was running down making his shirt wet. Quickly he grabbed the face wash which was lying neatly on the top shelf of the side of the mirror. Just like the studies, he is also very much conscious about his appearance.

After applying the face wash gently all over his face, avoiding the mouth areas and the eye areas, he vigorously washed his face with the water. A small smile crept over his face. He was satisfied with his new school. 

He is the exact copy and younger version of his father. Mr Williams is a kind-hearted, responsible and daring person. He also carries the same genetics from his father too.

He took a quick shower. Let the cold water ran over his enough built body. After applying some soap he quickly cleans himself and comes out from the bathroom. After putting his uniform on he heard his mother yelling his name again. He finally looked at his reflection for the last time and rushed downstairs for breakfast.

When he reached downstairs he already found Mr Williams at the dining table and he greeted him with a warm smile. "So are you ready for your new school mission?", Mr Williams jokingly said. He always asks this question whenever Tristan joins a new school. Quickly he nodded.

"Where's Grandpa?", as he took a seat beside his dad. "Here I am a soldier!", Old Williams said while walking towards the dining hall. He is an old man with the strength of a young adult man. He used to go for a walk every morning.

"Did you able to sleep last night dear?", Grandpa said while pulling out the chair next to his son. "Yes Grandpa", Tristan said with a smile but silently frowned. "That's great", Grandpa said while pulling the another sheet of newspaper.

"But you seemed a little tired", suddenly Mrs. Williams said in a low voice so that it could only audible to Tristan while placing the breakfast on the table. Tristan looked at her with shock and confusion. Mrs. Williams looked at him with a smile. As a mother, she is well aware of Tristan's sleeping problems whenever they shifts to new place. He requires time to adjust with new places. 

Soon Old Williams and Mr. Williams started their talking and discuss about the usual stuffs regarding the nation. Usually Tristan used to listen their talks with concentration and give his advice too but for the first time he was distracted. He take a look at his mother who was working in the kitchen with determination and interest. She turned on the music and did small steps with the beat and continuously her lips moved. Mumbling every word, every lyrics of the song. 

He never noticed the fact that how beautiful his mother is. Mrs.Helena Williams is a middle age women with a thin and fragile body. She is a small lady with perfect baby blue eyes just like me, blonde hairs and a bright charming smile.She looks like a sheep in front of his well build father. 

Her ideology is what makes her so beautiful and unique. She has a different view in everything. Mr. Williams always admires her ways and the way she thinks. She does the toughest work with a same bright smile and rarely complains about how difficult the work is.

She not only does the household works but also give suggestions to my father whenever he stuck on his work. According to her, every work is a play on which every one should enjoy. She has a strong personality for which my father fell in love with her.

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