Daniel Rocha

REMY

REMY Remy loved early mornings. The type of morning where the sun was nowhere close to being out and the day seemed late rather than early. He and his Pops had a thing: getting up before the ass crack of dawn and just talking. Talking about dreams, aspirations and their feelings. Something the both of them had been deprived of. You see, Pops never had anyone ask him how he was feeling; if he was ok, if he needed someone. So, every time something bad happened, he kept it inside. He never spoke to anyone about it. But he turned out all right. He met a girl, married her, and started a family. And for a long time, his life, his family’s life, was more than he could have ever asked for. Until, his wife got sick. The type of sick, that has no fix. He stood by his wife’s side until time was up. When it was, his life was ripped to shreds. And for a while, things stayed like this; nothing getting better… till there was no use in trying anymore.