The walk took all day. My feet began aching after the first mile, but just like everything else in my life I accepted it silently. The sky was clear, beautiful and in the nineties. Sweat drenched me and I felt disgusting, but I complained silently. By mid-evening rain clouds had appeared in the sky over head, and just when I thought I would die of the heat, I was suddenly drenched by cold rain; I thanked the sky, silently.

It was after midnight when I finally returned home. I was tired, sore and had only sleep on my mind. However, when I opened the door to my apartment, my mother, brother and father were all sitting on my couch; sitting in silence. When I came in they looked up at me and, as was to be expected, said nothing.