Dear Diary. Chapter 11.

The evening glow was easily observed by the brown-haired boy. His eyes caught every second that remained of the intense glow emanating from the sun until, at last, the moon took its place and the environment became much darker. However, he could not care less.

He took a quick look at the photos captured by his camera lens and placed them on the shelf next to his bed. Without a doubt, the twilight of each day would forever be his favorite moment.

—Matthew! —His name being called from downstairs. —I'm going to serve dinner, come right now!

He jumped off the soft mattress and sped through the door. He had been so caught up in the beauty of the orange and red hues that he ignored the growling of his stomach.

When he got to the first floor, he saw his mother putting the last plate on the dining room table and his father with all the attention directed at the eight o'clock news. Despite this, his father approached his small body and carried him, then headed towards the kitchen.