Austin remembered that day as clear as if it had happened just yesterday. He remembered the feeling he felt. He remembered how he wanted to cry but no tear came out of his eyes. He remembered how much he wanted to reverse the time and make it stop but obviously what was done was done.
Nineteen years ago
Austin woke up with a soft smell of freshly made pancakes . It was his favourite and on top of that , it’s his favourite because his mom made it. She makes the best pancakes. Austin every often would boast about the skilful cooking of his mom to his friends, they would always get so jealous.
Flinging his tiny feet on the ground , he threw the blanket away. Rushing towards his seven year old baby brother who was still sleeping in the bed.
“ Edward! Wake up!” He had gleefully shouted, ju
