Chapter 3: Episode 3
The bright morning sun ray was already hitting my room through the window. I opened my eyes slowly to adjust to the room. I looked around, a bit confused about my surroundings. I realised the window had not been closed. No wonder I could feel the sun directly in my eyes. I slowly got out of bed and headed towards the bathroom, which was in the adjacent room. I took a bath, brushed my teeth and walked out of the bathroom, with a towel wrapped around my lower body.
I am a fair coloured person, with the perfect toned body. Most boys my age do not have the body I have and it makes me proud. I quickly changed into new clothes and walked out of the bedroom. I dashed back inside, because I forgot to make my bed. I then made the bed perfectly, and finally walked out.
From the sun rays I could see it was already late in the morning. I can't believe I slept that long. How long was I even asleep for? I walked down the stairs and headed towards the kitchen. I was hit by a delicious aroma, emanating from the kitchen. I walked into the kitchen slowly and saw my uncle cooking. His back was turned towards me. He was wearing a blue apron, over his red lacoste shirt and blue jeans trousers.
I decided to sneak up on him, so I began walking slowly.
"Why are you sneaking up on me when you can just walk up to me and say good morning? You are not even that quiet." he spoke, making me stop in my tracks.
How did he know I was even in the kitchen? I had made sure not to be noisy. Or, did he have some sort of super hearing? I thought. I walked over and just greeted him.
"How did you know I was the one? Are you some sort of superhuman?" I asked, totally perplexed.
"I always know when you are around. And second, I am not. So, how was your night?" he asked.
"It was quite long, I suppose. I can't believe I slept for so long. How long was I asleep for?" I asked, shocked at myself.
"Let's say you were asleep for almost 10 hours. I never knew you were that tired from yesterday. Anyway, I'm glad you are awake."
"So, what are you making for breakfast?" I asked, my mouth almost salivating from the sweet aroma.
"I am making some cocoa beverage with fried eggs and bread. You can see I am flying the eggs. And I have already finished heating the water for the chocolate powder." he said.
"So, what can I do to help? I smiled, excitedly.
"Just wait at the dinning hall. Or, will you like to eat here?"
I nodded. "Yes, let's eat here. I like eating with you here."
Our kitchen is huge and very modern. My mother loved her kitchen that way. It was neat and spacious. It was easy for two or three people to move around. I sat on the tall kitchen stool, behind the counter and waited for Uncle George to start serving our food.
He started placing the cups and a plate on the counter. He took two sachets of the chocolate powder and cut them open with the small scissors. He poured them into the cups. Then, he took the kettle and poured out the water contents into each of the cups. He began to dish out the eggs in the plate when his phone began to ring.
He picked it on the second ring. "Hello, who is this?" he frowned a bit.
"Yes, I am. Who am I talking to?"
"... What! When did this happen?"
".... Okay, I will be there soon. Thank you."
I looked at my uncle intently. He was shaking visibly. I came close to him, and held his hand. He and I were of the same height so he did not tower over me like my father did.
"Uncle, what's wrong? Who was it? Did something happen at the restaurant? I asked, a bit of worry in my voice.
Then I noticed tears in his eyes. "Uncle you are crying. What happened?" I was panicking now.
He cleaned the tears away from his eyes and turned to look at me. "Danny. Something happened. Your parents… "
The mention of my parents made my heart skip a beat. "What happened to my parents?" I asked him slowly, not really ready for what he was about to say.
"Your parents. They-They died," more tears flew from his eyes.
I jumped away from him suddenly. I began to shake my head in disbelief. "No, that can't be true. It can't be true," I kept repeating.
"I am sorry… "
I screamed and fell to the ground. My uncle rushed to my side and held me. I began to cry uncontrollably. "No, this can't be. They can't be dead. No they can't."
"I am sorry, Daniel. I really am."
I weeped so badly for my parents. How could they be dead? They left here just yesterday. How did this happen? I tried to calm myself, but it hurt so much. I felt like a thousand pins were stinging me in the chest. All I felt was pain. Very serious emotional pain.
My uncle and I remained on the floor for some minutes before we both walked into the living room, the breakfast totally forgotten. We sat on the long chair. My uncle held me and stroked my back. I was a bit calmer, but I was still crying.
"What happened to them?" I managed to ask, after I felt could speak normally.
"They had an accident on the highway yesterday on their way to the funeral. Apparently, a trunk ran into their car and drove them off the road into the big gutter."
Oh God! I gasped. Who would do this to me? My parents were good people. They did not deserve to die like this. More tears began to fall from my eyes. Uncle George hugged me again.
"The person who called you. Are you going there to see him or her?"
"It was a nurse from the hospital, actually. They wanted me to come over and identify your parents bodies. I need to get going soon."
"Can I come with you?" I asked him.
He looked at me with sadness in his eyes.
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone