Harris' were the one who cared for their family more than their prestige. The elderly couple were proud of their son, of his achievements. Mr. Harris was telling me about the responsibilities Victor held at such a tender age. The hotel we were in was also managed by him. What I never knew was Victor Harris was an artist, he paints so beautifully that a person gets awestruck just by gazing at it. I hadn't seen any of his paintings but the description his parents gave me, made me wish to see them all. Audrey's eyes shun brightly, proudly as she talked about her son's achievements.
Mr. Harris wasn't as cold as he looked on exterior. He was the man who had lost a lot behind his family and yet never mourns over it. I couldn't waver my eyes from Mr. Harris. He seemed so much like a child who h
