'Nonsense! You can't work every minute of every day! Take a break!'
'Your father is back and you won't visit? Do you want us to visit you instead?'
'I don't care if you saw each other the other day! Let's eat as a family!'
'And in our home!'
Ambryan exhaled sharply as wind blew against his face. The morning sun rose from the east, peeking out from the other side of the hill. A few goats ate on the grass. The road ahead offered a fantastic view of nature.
Unlike the route to the Stitz Bristo, this one led to a patch of trees. The air felt fresh and moist. The temperature also dropped. The shadows and lights danced as he passed through. He used to look up as a kid. Something about the overhead leaves and branches always put him at ease.
The dirt road curved sharply to the right.
