-Jafaar's POV-
The snow crunched beneath my boots as I shoveled the driveway. It wasn't as bad as I initially feared, the pre-salting having done its job, but it was still a decent amount. The brisk 15 degrees did very little to encourage my progress, however.
Half an hour later, I was finally nearly finished. I’d taken a second to catch a quick breath before finishing up when I heard some crunching underfoot coming towards me..
"Morning, son." My father's voice startled me. He was standing by the garage, a steaming mug of something brown in his hand. "Your mother's got breakfast on. Pancakes, I think."
"Thanks, Dad," I replied, "I'll probably grab something on the way out."
"Need any help finishing up?" he offered.
"Nah, I'm almost done," I assured him. “Thanks.”
He nodded, and an
