Mater Mortis

Chapter 1: First Time

"Where am I?" said he with somewhat of a contentment.

He looked around and saw big trees as the rainbow, people laughing-hands holding each other; people were gazing at him-loving on him, even.

"This costs two bucks, lad. I'm afraid your money is not enough..."
"Oh, this is all I've got. Besides, I can offer you free shoe-cleaning if you want to."
"Oh," she replied in awe. "Look at your charm! Very well, I'll give it for free-but only this time, alright?" and he gave a pat on the lad's head.
"Count on me, Mrs. Willows! Your ice cream is definitely, unarguably, the best!"
then off he went.

He ran and ran through the field of tulips-the place he and his father have always bonded.

"There you are! Stealing ice cream from Mrs. Willows again, aren't you?"
"I'm not stealing! I... at least used my charm."
"Oh come here, you!"
He then carried little Lonardo to his chest.
"How's work, daddy?"
"Not as good as seeing you! Come on, give me a kiss!"

"...If happy little blue birds fly beyond the rainbow-why, oh why, can't I?"
"You're such... a good, good singer, son!" exclaimed his father. "Do you ever think or miss your mom?"
"Not that I thought of. As long as we sing together, I am beyond glad," explained he.
"A'ight, I guess it's going to be a long night ahead of us-unless we go home now, Silly!"

Their laughters were heard all night long whilst singing and dancing together.

"Son! Look out!"
"Father!"

It was one look, and I lost my father forever. I shouldn't have crossed the railroad. I never thought in a million years that I will lose my father-worse, because of me. I never thought it would be the last time we sing Somewhere Over The Rainbow. It was his favorite, really. I could sing it a million times and not get tired of it. I miss him... badly.

"Sike! That is... the boringest drunk story I've ever heard! Give him more of those tequila shots, will you?"
"Ha," Lonardo lethargically replied to him.
"Come on, dude! Have a little fun, it's your 21st birthday! Besides, your dad is already six feet underground-dear 'ol dad ain't gon' worry 'bout you no more... SON!" Jericho said in mockery.
"Do NOT talk shit about my father, Jericho!"
"Man... W-wait, wait, I'm sorry! Im sorry, okay? Just-please, please put me down, man."

Lonardo walked out of the club, hoping a coffee or two will help his birse away.

"It's already two in the morning, boy. We are about to close," said the waiter.
"Just... please... just a cup of coffee."
"Uhh... my answer is... big, fat NO. Why don't you go off to some of your friends and have some bachelor's party, huh? You seem pretty boring. Bye!" then shut he the doors to Lonardo's face.
"What?! I'm not even... argh! This fucking "birthday" thing is bullshit!"