The doorbell rang attracting everyone's attention during breakfast.
"I'll get it." I offered.
I stood and head for the door. I opened the door slowly and found the mailman.
"Hi." I said with a smile
"Morning." He said. " I've got a mail for you."
I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.
"A mail for me?"
"Sure kid." He said and held out an envelope.
"T... Thanks." I said and took the s from him.
I walked back inside closing the door behind me.
"Who was it?" My twelve years old sister, Amber asked.
"The mailman." I said still looking at the envelope with curiosity.
"What's that?" Mom asked.
"A letter." I said
"I know." She said. "What's in it?"
"Oh, I don't know."
"Well, openit i." Amber said.
I opened the letter slo
"Well, open it." Amber said.
I opened the letter slowly and read the content. The stamp on it introduced the sender. The letter was from Westfield Academy. I applied for the scholarship program last year.
As I read it, I let out smiles.
"Well?" Amber asked.
"I got accepted." I said in excitement. "Mom, can you believe it? I got accepted."
"For what?" Mom asked.
"Westfield Academy." I said almost shouting.
"OMG!" Amber exclaimed and hurried to hug me.
"I'm so proud of you, Honey." She said with a smile.
"Wait." Amber said. I could tell that she thought of something because her smiling face now wore a frown. "Isn't that School madly expensive?"
"It is, Honey." Mom said. "But your brother will be on scholarship."
"Awesome!" She said and hugged me again.
My name is Leo Patel. I am a 16 years old living an almost sad life. Four years ago, my dad was accused of Smuggling and Embezzlement. He has been in jail ever since then. I know he was set up but there were strong evidences against him.
Like I said earlier, I am not completely sad because I have my mom and my sister with me. It has quite difficult to live our normal lives.
I decided to visit my Dad and break the news to him.
I stared at my dad for a while. He looked sick and feeble. I could see hurt in his eyes.
I wanted to touch him. I wanted to hug him but the transparent glass restricted me.
I slowly picked up the phone.
"Hey Dad."
"Son." He let out a weak smile. "You came around few days ago." He swallowed hard. " Is everything okay? Is something wrong with your mom? Amber?"
I smiled. "We are doing just fine." I brought the envelope out of my jeans pocket and waved it at him. "I got accepted into Westfield Academy."
"You were awarded the scholarship?"
"Yep!"
He laughed and I laughed too. I could tell he was happy.
"I'm proud of you, Son."
"I'm proud of you too, Dad." I said. "And I want you to know that no matter what happens, I will always trust you."
He nodded and tears welled in his eyes."I love you too, Son."
"I love you too, Dad."
We were silent for a while.
"So, how is your mom doing?"
"She's catching up." I said. "She got another job two days ago."
"Three jobs everyday?" He asked and I nodded slowly. He sighed. " She's going through a lot because of me."
"No, Dad."
"All of these are my responsibilities." He said. "I'm sorry."
"None of these is your fault, Dad." I said. "I know you will come home soon."
He sighed. " Congrats on getting into Westfield Academy, Son." He said. " Always make me proud."
"I will." I said.
"How's your Basketball practice?" He asked.
"Great, Dad." I replied. "I'll join the team once I get to Westfield."
"When will you be leaving?"
"Next two weeks." I replied. "I'll check up on you before leaving though."
My Dad nodded.
"Say me well to your mom." He said. "And my little princess."
"Dad..."
"You should get going." He stood.
"Dad..."
The warder escorted him back to his cell. I tried so hard to fight back my tears but it was not so easy.
It was not easy finding a good lawyer because we had no money. I wanted to help but I couldn't do much.