Epilogue

On Saturday, I wake up with a plan ot turn my life around.

I decided to put my plan into action at once, when I drive to my home town to visit my parents.

I drive through the small town full of people, practically all know each other, walking in pairs or groups, enjoying their afternoon. Some talking as they walk around, others sitting in the shabby diner (the only one in town). Maybe in one of the cafes enjoying a nice cup of coffee. I can see families enjoying ice cream in the garden, with their kids playing, running around the gazebo in the center.

I can remember, long ago, when I used to be one of those kids running around. I can even see the tree where I tripped, earning the scar currently on my left knee. I remember my mother running to me, cleaning up my would, kissing the pain away.

After a long trip down the memory lane, I finally reach the driveway where I first learned to ride a bike.

"Hi dad", I say to the astonished grey-haired man busy washing his blue sedan, with this grey pants rolled up and his wide necked shirt wet and his hands full of suds.

"Jack!" He all but screamed, stunned to see me there.

"We had no idea you were coming today" he said while hugging me and ushering me inside where I got the very same reaction from my loving mother.

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On Sunday, I woke up to the warm smell of vanilla. My mom is baking.

A wide smile spreads on my face with another memory lane looking ahead.

I grab my phone and dial..

Ring...

Ring...

Ring...

"Jack? What's wrong?"

"Hello brother. It's been a while."

"Indeed. What is wrong?"

"I just miss you, John. How have you been?"

It took some more placating till he realised no disaster was looming ahead and got convinced that I actually reached out to just talk.

Can't blame him though, this never happened before.

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After that visit, I had an hour reserved daily to chat with my parents and brother.

We planned a monthly visit, where we gathered at my parents', that is not counting events like Haloweens, Christmases and New years.

I got closer to my friends, whom I met with, just for fun, every week. We met at a bar to chat. We went bowling. Other times golfing. Sometimes enjoyed a meal at a diner or a nice cup of coffee at a cafe.

I realised I have been missing a lot being closed up between home and office.

I even started seeing someone, funny her name is Sarah.

She is beautiful inside and out. She is into literature, which shows in her dreamy, all over the world, goals. It also shows in how smart and well-spoken she is. Shows in her brilliant, out of the box, ideas, so crazy they actually work.

But what I love....huh! love?!

Yeah..

What I love most about her, is her beautiful smile, always brightening her lovely heart shaped face, adorned with her wavy long brown hair.

The warm chocolate brown eyes that shine with kindness and love to the world.

Her heart, big enough to contain all the people in the world inside, that jumps to help anyone in need.

Her willingness to listen and talk and think and play along side me.

Maybe I love the way I am with her.

I am thinking she is the one.

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This is someting new.

This is something joyful.

This is life.

And I am going to live it.