Breakfast at the shepherds household was chaotic, with Lennon walking around the kitchen doing only God knows what and his mother, Mira, trying to salvage what was left of the breakfast she was preparing that ended up burning. Uncle Jacob is just sitting there and arguing with his wife to let him cook, while she bluntly refuses. Yeah, breakfast was chaotic.Gabriel sighed for the umpteenth time that morning, and it wasn’t even eight in the morning yet. He saw Lennon leave the kitchen after trying to get both of his parents' attention and failing. He contemplated joining the guy, but he was damn hungry.He looked at the tray of burnt pancakes on the counter and shook his head."Can you just let me cook?" Uncle Jacob said"No! You’re injured, and I can do this." Aunt Mira muttered.He scoffed. "You've been trying to do this since morning, Aunt Mira, and you’ve been failing... I’m hungry…” he whined.The glares from both couples made him zip up his lips, especially with Uncle Jaco
(7 years old)“ There he goes again!”, A man sitting close to him shouted as he cheered the team he was supporting.Player Number 54, Jacob Shepherd threw the ball so high, with a certain type of strength that stronger animals posses, that it flew straight into the waiting hands of player number 15. How that player could catch the ball and still hold on to it while running was amazing. The player wearing the Number 15 jersey ran very fast like a cheetah and within seconds, he scored another touchdown for their team, earning them an extra four points. They were playing a game away from home and as expected of the Vikings team, they dominated and conquered every single game they played, that was why they were the greatest of all times, the real MVPs, the six times world Superbowl champions. The team was on a winning streak and was sure to break down any obstacle blocking their path.Silver didn’t know when it had started but he had loved the game of football for as long as he could re
So his name was Lennon, he thought. He watched the Lennon boy turn towards the boy who was approaching and sighed, making an effort to stand up on his feet.The boy turned to glare at him, “ you’re going to stay there on the floor or what?”, the boy called Lennon spat, referring to Silver.It was then that Silver realized that he was still sitting on the floor. He made to stand up on his feet but slipped and fell down again. “ahh…”, he cried out in pain, this time, feeling that he might have bruised his wrist.“ Are you okay” , someone asked in a soft voice, perhaps belonging to a girl.Silver shook his head and opened his mouth to respond but then noticed that the question was not for him but the boy called Lennon because the person who had asked the question was not looking at him but the Lennon boy.Lennon shrugged, “ nothing I can’t survive from. I think I sprained my ankle. Jeez, not again!”, he grimaced hopping on one leg.‘ Hello… I’m still here, on the floor. Anybody cares t
7 years oldLennon knew that he was in trouble the Moment he entered the dressing room and saw his father staring at him. Only God knew what Danny must have told his father. Out there in the field, his father was the greatest of all times, Jacob Shepherd, six times Superbowl champion and other titles that he bagged. But when he left the field, he was just like every other father, strict, caring and affectionate when you listened to him.His father was talking to uncle Michael when he entered the room, “ It was an easy win here…I wonder if they were scared of playing against us or something”, Uncle Michael muttered, throwing his stuffs inside his bag. Yeah, Lennon noted that it was an easy win. He had been watching the game with uncle Chase and Danny at the VIP area in the stadium and noticed many flaws in their strategies that made them lose the match. Most of all, they were scared of playing against the Vikings.Lennon looked around the room, he saw many of his father’s teammates pa
He was silver, yet he had been born with a plastic spoon, the irony. His name looked too rich coming from a poor scrawny kid.He turned to look at his mother who was focused on the road and gripping the steering wheel. He prayed that she would be calm before they got home.“ Take your eyes off me…”, his mother reprimanded, catching him staring at her.Silver turned back to look at the looming structure that they were leaving behind, one thing was sure, his father was in that building and he wished the man had sort him out or even spared him a glance.By the time they got home, it was almost evening and his mother was becoming agitated. He knew when she was in one of her moods, so he stayed quiet and did nothing so as not to upset her. “ Clean up your room!” , she told him immediately they entered the house.His room was already tidy, he wanted to tell her but thought it wise to shut up and do as she had asked. He was not a disorganized kid. at an early age, he knew how to take care
His mother loved him and that was all that mattered, nothing else, he mused. Smiling at the social worker, he said, “ there’s nothing going on here ma’am. I’m fine with my mother, really…”.Ms. Anselm sighed, nodding her head, “ I understand Silver…well, I’m pleased to inform you that this will be the last visit from me… from henceforth, you don’t need me to come check up regularly, you’ll be fully under the guardianship of your mother. I hope you made the right choice”, she said.He felt like crying.Even as Silver laid on the bed, forcing himself to go to sleep, he could only think about how he had let himself suffer by concealing the truth from the social worker. His mother loved him, she had told him earlier.She loved him and love covered a multitude of sins right?, his teacher had said so. But why did it feel like he had just let go of the lifeline he was holding on to.A single tear fell from his eye and he wiped it off from his face. He had chosen love and that was okay, becau
Lennon laid his head on his father’s shoulder. So long as he was with his father, his hero, he was okay and would bear whatever he was going to face at the hospital. Well that was until his uncle Chase called the only person he was really truly scared of, Liam’s mommy, his aunt Brianna.“ I’ll call Brianna and tell her that you guys are coming in”, uncle Chase offered.“ I want to go with them to the hospital daddy, I want to see aunty Bree”, Danny insisted.“ oh, oh!”, Lennon thought. “ not aunt Bree…”He hugged his father tightly as the man maneuver through the crowd of reporters waiting at the entrance for the football players. This was not the first time Lennon was seeing reporters and flashes of camera attacking his father, Infact, he had seen it Majorly all his seven years of existence, so he wasn’t shocked again and used to seeing them. This time though, he buried his head in the crook of his father’s neck.His father smelt like he just came out of the showers, which he just di
Lennon looked at Danny sitting on the other side of his father, the boy was already sleeping. His eye lashes closed against each other.His father kissed his head, “ sleep Lennon, I’ll wake you when we get to the hospital…”, his father told him.Lennon sighed, his eyes already felt heavy though, so he closed his eyes and allowed sleep engulf him.The next time he woke up, he was in his father’s arms. He looked around, noticing that his father was already walking down the hallway of the hospital. He sighed, he had been sleeping and had not noticed that they had gotten to the hospital, it was already evening outside.“ you’re awake?...”, his father noted.Lennon hummed, allowing his father to readjust him so he was no longer carrying him bridal style. He looked over his father’s shoulders expecting to see Danny, but it was just the nurses and doctors in the hospital.His father must have sensed what was happening because he answered his unasked question.“ Your uncle Chase, went home wi