Ethan
Dad was standing at the entrance of the home library. Couldn't see him but I felt his ghostly presence. Seated straight up on the office chair swinging a bit, buried in my books that were spread on the desk with music playing at a soothing low volume from the Bluetooth speaker. I had already taken dinner and with me was a glass of milk that quenched my occasional thirst. Studying was hard, boring and yet somehow, I still had to do it. The group had made everything seem easier back at school and my goal was to be good at everything including academics. The Ivy sanders effect, that’s what I called it.
"Are you going to come in or say something?"
"Assume am not here son. Good to see you concentrate on your studies, you want to finish strong"
"Yes. Thanks to my new friends"
"Hmm" he
