Paul set out to visit Dustin that day, and as he arrived their doorstep, he decided to make a phone call to his sister so she wouldn't say he came in unaware. The phone rang a few times and she still hadn't picked up. When he learned to soothe his impatient self, the rewards were significant. His focus improved, and his relationships became more mellow, and everything in his day worked that little bit better. It made all the difference. Over time he saw others learning from him, relaxing, and the vibe of his family took a turn for the better. She still wasn't picking up for whatever reasons. Finally at the last ring, she picked up. "Yes, Paul ? What do you want?" Asked her voice in a quite impatient manner, like she had been in a hurry. "Where are you to be hurrying me like that?" He asked, wondering why his sister was using that manner to refer to him. Then it hit him. She didn't really like him as well as her husband, and he certainly couldn't blame them at all. He probably would
On this cloudy morning there are growing patches of blue, the sort of hue that is soft and bright at the same time. Though beneath the sheet of cloud is a grey that deepens to steel, the leading edge is a brilliant white, as if it is the pages of a new book ready for any curious eye. So, on this day that could bring rain or sunshine, I'm hoping for both, for the chance of a rainbow and to feel so much more because the day is blessed with clouds.Light grew steadily outside until the curtains glowed just the same as stained glass. Kevin stuck his head behind the fabric to survey what the day might bring. The road was slick with water, though the puddles remained quite still, no hint of rain still falling. Above the clouds were still grey but without the denseness of yesterday, allowing patches of blue to form.In good moods a writer may paint words that are fine wine and soft music; words that contain more healing medicine than all the drugs created by man. They are clear water over ro
Dustin tried to calm his wife down. He realized that she had been truly angered by Esther sudden behavior for wanting to create a grand wedding for Tom and not her. It was truly devastating and he couldn't deny that. "Alara?" He called out to her, knocking gently on the door. His voice remained as warm as early spring, as if her heart beat so steadily even though she took a different view from him. She simply said this was her way of doing things. He could see her balk at first, so accustomed he was the to ways of Alara and her fiery temper. He was different, because he absorbed things and then responded more than reacted, dampened situations rather than adding to the flames. And so before he knew it everything was happy again, it was love all around instead of the bickering he was so accustomed to. It was a sense of calm he grew to love.And he would be teaching it to his wife now. "This path of life is challenge enough," he began to say. Dustin remembered a little of what his moth
"Can you just be sensible for once in your life!" a young man not more than a year older than Dustin yelled at him.He couldn't do anything right again. Being a cleaner in that restaurant had brought nothing but stains on him everywhere he went. People never respected him, but he didn't mind. All thanks to his boss too, Michael, who always embarrassed him everywhere he saw him.A year ago, his wish was granted to him. He got married to a beautiful woman, Laura and he had been content with that. Yes, he was poor and needed money, which was why he was hardworking and tried all his best. Dustin was a graduate with a great result, but finding a good job had just been too hard. "I'm sorry sir." He quickly apologized to his boss. "It's just that, I need this money, and you'll remove it from my salary! If only you could give me a small loan sir, I would really like that.""Useless man! Did you not hear of the crises our restaurant is facing? How can you still ask me such a ridiculous requ
"What do you mean what am I doing here?" Dustin raged out. "I live here, Laura? Remember!"Laura seemed perplexed. "Wait, why are you home this early?" She blurted out.Dustin still couldn't believe his eyes. How could she dare ask him that?"So I have ruined the perfect moment for you and this man, is that it?" Dustin frowned. He then turned to see who the hell was on his matrimonial bed.Before he could say anything, the man asked. "Who is this son of a bitch?"What? Son of a bitch? Dustin was hurt and angry. His fist was a ball of rage now.Dustin took a close look at the man and realized he would be no more than a few years older than him. His hair was blonde with fair skin and pink lips. He looked like Barbie's Ken."Answer me, baby? Who is this?" The man asked again.Laura bit her lips, then suddenly, her face was hard. "My love, this is...just someone I'm living with."Dustin couldn't believe his ears. "Just someone you're--""--ignore him. We'll be back a minute now, okay?" La
The air was chilly as it was winter season. Dustin was walking down the street with his shirt doing little effort to protect him from the cold.He still couldn't get the whole scene from his head. How could she treat him like that? And with no remorse whatsoever?He knew he didn't have where to go, but his friends, two besties of his, Mark and Tom, would have enough space to accommodate him. He always did nice things for them whenever he had the chance to, so repaying his kindness shouldn't be a hard thing to do. In fact, he trusted them. They were good people.His phone rang and he saw it was one of his friends, Tom."Hey buddy, what's up?" he said, trying to hide the pain in his voice."Dustin, you don't have to lie but is it true? That you're jobless and now single?" Tom asked."Whoa, whoa, calm down. Jobless? Of course not." Dustin said."But the news about your wife is true then."Dustin frowned. How did he know already? It hasn't even been thirty minutes yet!"Wait, how did you
Dustin couldn't believe his life. Kidnapped? In broad daylight?"Please! Let me go!" He struggled with the strange men that were now dragging him somewhere after placing black sack on him.His mind was racing, wondering what was happening. Finally, the car stopped abruptly."Careful, you reckless driver! Treat our young master with respect, will you!" One voice yelled out."Sorry boss." The man who was the driver said immediately.Wait...young master??who?The blindfold was removed and he was gently brought down the van. The men were on black suits with stern faces, each of them giving him a low bow for some reason."You've found the wrong man. Please let me go now." Dustin said, trying to reason with them.The one who looked like their boss, very tall with brown ponytail and huge body, chuckled."We've been searching for you, young master. This is not a mistake." he said, "please sir, come with me.""To where?" Dustin inquired. Then he turned to see a great mansion staring back at hi
"Yes." His father replied. "Who else did you think would inherit all of my hard work, huh?"Dustin was still staring in complete shock. All his?? Could his day get any better???"Wow. I'm honored. I just dunno what to say...it's all...real?" He was staring at his dad with such shock, like if he stared too serious, his dad would disappear again."No. This is all real, my boy. Your mother would have been so proud of you." his dad said. He was so happy to reunite with his son again."Alright then. But first, we need to eat and you need a proper rest. So we can discuss your taking over. It's getting late anyway...""Dad, are you kidding me? I want to hear your plans now." The look on his face was very firm, one that did not accept any bargaining."Wow, you are still so stubborn as before." his dad teased. "Okay then, firstly, I need you to meet someone important. But she's a bit busy now, so I'll ask her to make plans this evening by maybe eight.""Okay, dad.""But first, you need to go f