Ryan POV:
I was speedily typing away on my laptop in my study, when I looked up and noticed that it was already 8 PM. "Where does the time even go?" I asked myself aloud, I folded my arms on my old desk and put my head down. "Ryan, honey," called my mom, she was standing at the door, a red shawl over her shoulders, her mother's shawl. She carried a hot mug in her wrinkled, sun damaged hands that was calloused and toughened by days of hard work. I lifted my head and smiled at her, the crows feet at her eyes crinkled as usual, "hot cocoa?" She asked, "yes please," she walked in and placed it down on the wooden coaster, she tightened her scarf around her thin shoulders, "you're growing so fast," she said and then brushed her fingers through my hair, "and you need a hair cut." I chuckled, "mo
