The Present | Of Chaos, New Boy's, and Children Clinic's | Part 2

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Present Day | Of Chaos, New Boys, and Children Clinics | Part 2 


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| Monday Morning |

| In a humble abode |


That same morning, a man seemingly at peace with the world was humming quietly to himself, as he strummed a sequence of strings. A sweet melody filled the air and he felt only tranquility at that moment. As well as a sudden feeling of expectation, perhaps today would be different, a much welcomed change in his normal routine.


A knock resounded, and the strumming ended.


Turning to peer into his bedroom from his positon by the balcony, the man smiled as his father poked his head in.


"Morning, son" His father greeted as he let himself in and walked to where his son was seated.


"Morning Ba," The man replied, as he set his guitar down and gave his father undivided attention, "How may I be of assistance today?"


His father smiled and reached over to ruffle his son's hair, a gesture that always had the same response, "Ba, I'm 25 years of age!"


His father chuckled, and stopped the reign of terror on his son's bedhead.


"True, but you're still my big boy," His father said, and the man smiled at the ridiculous description, "Besides, you still live with your parents."


"That's because mother broke down in tears, and you begged me to move back in to make her happy!" The man exclaims, though he may still live with his parents, he does not depend on them, and lives his own life.


"All the same, anyway, I've to leave for work," His father says as he places a bento box onto the glass table on the patio, "Do you mind taking this to your mother? She went to oversee the new shipment of books at her library by the central."


"The central?" The man reiterates, "Mother normally prefers her library by the art gallery. Wasn't she there just yesterday?"


His father grins, "You know your mother, always a busy body."


"True, she's obsessed with her precious books," The man agrees as he stands, a yawn escaping as he stretches his limbs, and his father leaves to work.

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