6 Breakfas (1/2)

An aura surrounded a glass case resting inside a chamber. The chamber was dark, except for the illumination from the light of the aura. It casted murky shadows on the thick moisture-laden walls of the chamber. The aura was peaceful, yet it looked fierce and powerful. There seemed to be an aged angelic voice that was calling, ”Come. This is your destiny. You have to come. You will come.”

Brad woke up with a start. Sweat was dripping off him. 'Strange dream!', he thought. He had seen this dream, numerous times earlier. With every time, he seemed to notice that the dream was becoming clearer. He thought that it was really strange to have such a dream. 'That place seem so magical. How could there be magic in this world?' Brad was deep in thoughts, and before he knew, he fell asleep again.

”Come on Brad, get up! You're going to be late again. Get up!”

Brad woke up with a start as he heard his mother screaming. He patted his chest as he got up from the bed, successfully knocking down a painting littered on the bed. He remembered that he was painting something at dawn before he fell asleep. He smiled at his clumsiness and picked it up placing it somewhere else in his messy room. His mother was shouting from the kitchen for a while now.

”Come on Brad, get up! You're going to be late again. Get up!” Same sentence. She is now repeating it like a mantra. Brad laughed at his mother's antics before walking down the stairs. He stood just behind his mother and said, ”Mum, stop shouting. I already got up.” His mother never anticipated that Brad was in fact standing behind her, so she was extremely startled, and the pan she was holding in her hands, fell onto the oven.

”Ha, Brad you scared me!”, she scolded her, but there was only fondness in her voice.

”Mom, what are you making?” Brad asked as he stepped inside the kitchen as he sniffed the smell and almost drooled. ”Mom, I love you.” Brad's mother laughed at his childish actions, but she reprimanded him saying, ”Go and brush your teeth first. Otherwise, no breakfast.” Seeing him so cheerful early in the morning filled her with more fondness for her only son. She laughed and pretended to scold him.

Brad came to the breakfast table and saw his favorite pancakes. He gobbled them down, even choking once.

”Eat slowly.” His mother said.

The Holman family was very rich as Mr. Holman was the Mayor of New York City and he was fairly paid, but Brad wanted to rely on himself to study. So, he took up a part time job as a cashier in C-Town Supermarket in Inwood, nearly 30 kilometers from his home in Lower East Side in a small borough of Manhattan. After finishing breakfast together, his mom packed his tiffin and he kissed his mom goodbye. Before he could jump over the fence onto the road, his dad came downstairs and said in a heavy tone, ”What did you yesterday?”

Brad said in a meek tone, ”Umm… Painting?”