Discovering Life's Twists: A Reluctant Return Home and a Shocking Family Secret On that day... I did something I both equally regret and welcome with both arms. It was a bright and sunny Saturday. The weather was comfortably warm and there was a cool breeze that just seemed to whisper the words 'Summer Break' in my ears. I was lying down on a grassy green hill with a large tree at the very top just looking at the clouds floating by. I counted them and just observed their carefree nature, without a care in the world, aimlessly travelling. As a 17 year old boy, I took pleasure in this. I reveled in it. While most others would go blogging or play video games, I’d prefer the idea of just simply doing nothing. You know what would make this moment better? If I had someone that I cared about to sit beside me. But sadly, the world is cruel and uncaring. My life has been a very detached one. I counted each cloud and I told myself that with every 100th cloud I counted, one of my wishes would come true. While I was counting my 99th cloud, my father honked his horn signaling me that I had to get off my ass, go home and do something productive with my life. I was slightly angry that I couldn’t count one last cloud before going. While in the car, he says cheerfully, "Son, I have some news to discuss with you when we get home! Oh simply wonderful news!" "Oh boy", I replied sarcastically. After arriving, I walked over to our white leathery couch in our living room and proceeded to wait for the ‘good news’. “Henry, I’m getting remarried!” He ecstatically screamed. My father, Alex Robinson, is a middle-aged man, in his twenties and had the fire of youth burning in him until after my mother’s death. He has been with 3 women. The first was my mother… My REAL mother. She was beautiful. At least from the pictures she was. I never got to see her in person. She passed away after giving birth to me and it left my father in a sorry-ass state. …and then things took a turn
