Dreams of the Past Part I

Frank moaned in displeasure as he carefully stacked the red bricks on top of the cement, binding them together. He could not believe he was spending the weekend helping his father build a wood fire kiln, when he could be out hanging out with his friends. He was not shy and quickly voiced his discontent with the current situation.

"Why the hell am I the one stuck building this stupid thing? Can't Maria do it? I am in the prime of my youth and have other shit I could be doing!"

Frank's father Marco was not the slightest bit happy with the tone his son was using, and instantly smacked him over the head with his cement encrusted hands.

"Watch your mouth, boy! Your know how your mother loves her pottery! Her birthday is coming up, and I intend to gift her this homemade kiln so she can create all the porcelain she desires! Besides, this is your punishment for building a still in the garage!