AIDEN
I pull my car to a halt by the fence of my childhood home, enveloped in a thick sense of nostalgia.
I step down from the car, taking in the familiar burnt reddish bricks and the overhead barbed wires that often snagged my balls when I played in the compound against Grandpa's warnings.
Memories of my mischievous childhood bring a subtle smile to the corner of my mouth as I close the car door and approach the small black walk-gate at the front of the sprawling fence.
Maintaining this house has been a challenge due to the taxes it incurs.
I bought it back once I came of age and my earnings were sufficient to cover the costs. My monthly allowance as a Mendes' son came with its own perks, being generous enough to allow me to live a carefree lifestyle while still managing my respon
