The Grief

Passed-three days from the death of Sonam's mother. The atmosphere seemed to be brutal, rude, harsh then everyone thought of it. Days are longer thought it was mid-December.

Over her lifetime the influences she made are gathering over her breathless, beatless and motionless physics with every ounce of tears every second and they laid wishing it's just the daily reverie, beside to accept the fact she's dead.

Sonam could not take his mother's dead anymore and tonight he went out to inhale some fresh air. These days the air are all warmth not favoring anyone to make the soothe soul. He is feeling weird with the toxic warm air coming inside making him drift off in deep sorrow.

Otherwise Sonam is more than good looking 18 years old boy with dark-Brown eyes, his hair are all black, and white fairy face with height about One-Eighty-Five centimeters. And after this year he will be joining National Basketball Team despite his mother's dead which bring tough time to tranquil.

As he walk down the underground garage he could see all the Range Rogers, Prados', Creta and Sport cars. Sonam's mother isn't the homemaker instead the boss of her own husband. They owns their own company with hundreds of share holders. Money isn't their life, their life is a money.

Within twenty-one years of his parents marriage he is the only child they brought-up.

Their company is all debuted to their only son Sonam. Whatever they earn belongs to him in near generation. But Sonam isn't fate to be that lucky one neither he wants. He just want to earn his living simplified himself by privacy.

He pressed bottom on his car key and without second his Creta unlocked and kicked the accelerator with tear-filled eyes which says goodbye to her motionless mother and depressed father and to the company for the last time.