The summer I buried my soul under a tree

Adam

     Summer was never my favorite season, it makes me miserable, humidity, heat, and emptiness, that's what summer always represented to me.

The day is long, the night is short, you sweat all day long, you can't walk a lot without feeling like dying, you feel like your energy is being sucked, adults work, and then, after midday they sleep, they oblige kids to take naps, but most kids go to play outside when they are not supervised by sleeping adults, it's holiday, so you try to occupy yourself, but still, it's annoying.

I spend every summer like this, and yesterday happened to be the day my parents dropped me at my gramps, like every summer, they get a new honeymoon, they are like newlyweds, getting rid of their only kid to spend some lovey dovey time together.

It happened also that most my cousins were at my grams, most of them are snotty brats, I got five older cousins that are absent because of work, so I am now the oldest one present, I don't remember exactly how much younger cousins I got, I stopped counting when they reached five.

My gramps house is big, in the countryside, so no net, life is already boring enough to be summer.

I got snatched out of my thinking by something soft nuzzling my leg, I looked down to notice the strange cat, strange because my grandpa told me that the cat doesn't like anyone, but when it saw me, it started seeking affection, it was a beautiful tiger like cat with the strips and everything, I moved my hand to caress its head gently and I heard it purrs.

I wonder how a month is going to end well here.