Chapter One

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The picture above is Alex Lange who portrays the role of Bran

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The picture above is Alex Lange who portrays the role of Bran.

Bran

The sky is painted in pink-orange hue.

Birds started to rest on the branch of trees.

It's quiet, the song of peace, I like it.

I walked to our backyard to harvest some crops. One of the things that I am proud of doing is farming and also cooking. I started learning to do these things at the age of eight.

My father is a bad cook, luckily, I grew up with my grandmother until the age of twelve. By that time my father decided to live on our own, just the two of us and returned to our old house.

I never had the chance to get to know my mother. She died ten months after giving birth to me. But my father, James, will always remind me how happy she was in her last ten months, that I'm always in her arms before she died.

I got her blue eyes, light brown hair, and fair skin according to grandma. Maybe that is why I always caught my father staring at me all the time because I resemble my mother, his lovely wife.

Bringing with me some tomatoes and eggplants, I entered the house and went straight to the kitchen to make dinner before my father gets home.

While setting the table, I heard my father's voice.

"Bran? Can you help me for a minute," he shouted.

Outside, I saw him carrying a brown sack with his right hand and a lamp on the other. Looking around, aside from the tall trees I see nothing but darkness. Our house is located in the middle of the forest. It's an hour away from the town and we don't have any neighbors around the area.

Reaching for the lamp to help him, I asked, "What's inside the sack?"

"I brought some apples and bananas. Margery also sells new clothes, I was planning if you want to go to the town with me tomorrow and check on it?"

"Sure," I responded with a big smile and we get inside.

As I look at my father, I noticed that his skin got tanner. He works at a farm owned by a merchant who also sells jewelry and other goods. My father used to be a palace guard, but after he met my mother, he chose to live a simple life with her, in this exact house.

"Father, why won't you allow me to have a job?" he looked at me, while I'm finishing my dinner.

"You don't have to. We are doing fine, as long as we have food on our table you don't have to work," he stood up from his seat and went to his room.

After finishing doing the dishes, I decided to check on my father in his room. When I entered the room, he was already asleep and forgot to blow out the candle.

I just stared at him for a couple of minutes. All these years he's been a good father to me, he stayed strong for me. He didn't even look for another wife when my mother died. That's how lucky I am to have him.

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