Mr. Saxon

In 1979, everything came to a standstill. Cars, birds, children, a guy, and a woman embrace near the tree. I never had the desire to return for a second time. The way everything went so well and quickly as we left for our final destination. I knew it. It's all coming together. Summer in Italy, the beach with white sands that leave imprints, and the strong gusts that make your hair like an intricate puzzle. This is the life I've always desired. The youth within me. The girls giggled out of curiosity. As you came down the road, the lads whistled and asked for your number. Playing badminton with high school peers. Hippie clothes with a slim-fitting suit. Strict parents with a Nazi like father-you can't move an inch without his words. In a middle-class family in Boston, your father worked in the bank, prompting you with principles. Sweet mom, you can empathize with her as long as she's sober. Nonetheless, those were the times before I even met him.