Sunday.

Chirping birds at my window reminds me that it is a warm Sunday morning as I groggily open my eyes, the sunlight filtering through my curtains that are inconspicuously fluttering...

Date.

The warm fog from the bathroom diffused through the room as I stepped out from the toilet, the scent of British Rose shower gel and the chalky smell of nicotine...

House.

 ”Two dollars, is that enough?” Asked the smaller one with the pigtails.  “More than enough, I am supposed to get a can of mushrooms as well, those are a dollar,”...

Cholesterol.

I nearly spat out the food as I surveyed my mother contentedly chewing across the table. Beside me, my father had fear etched on his face as he prodded the...