Some days hot and some days windy, July passed us by and we were half through August. Not a day would go by that I didn’t leave the house to meet up with Adam, and to say that it was the best summer I could ever dream of would be an understatement. The days we spent in the St. Joseph’s church could never escape my memory; the way we would sit underneath the cherry tree or by the creek beside it, taking our shoes off and dipping our feet into to cool water. Or at nights when we would sit on their house’s roof, reciting poetry while the rest of the world was in silence.
I never knew I could feel jealous of somebody else’s life even though they didn’t possess as much money as my family did. But getting to know his father better was certainly a breaking point of my envy. At nights, when
