Yesterday the air was cool and crisp. Like a true day in the fall, the light disappeared and jet black took over. Jason had gone on a late afternoon bike ride and when I first noticed the blackness outside my thoughts went to him...did he bring his bike lights?
Right then, the phone rang, it was him, could I come find him?
He did not have his lights and he couldn't see a thing on the long windy country roads that surround our home.
I called Wyatt down from his room "You are in charge, I need to go find your dad, can you finish making the rice for me?"
"Sure" he replied
"Wyatt, you are in charge now." I heard Iris say to him, spoken like a ten year old in awe of a fifteen year old.
"Wyatt, you are really in charge." she repeated again.
"What is it like being in charge?" she asked
"Enough, Iris." spoken like a fifteen year old, getting slightly annoyed by a ten year old.
Jasmine was upstairs listening to her music and fixing her room if I left quickly she would never know that her brother had been given the full reign not her, and no she wasn't getting second in command either that could easily turn into a "situation".
So off I went with my face up close to the windshield, squinting my eyes, trying to get through the dark, along a thin, windy country road and after a while there he was standing with his bike, I couldn't help but smile, it was as if time had gone backwards and I was that same teenager he had asked to meet him at his locker before lunch. I pulled up and he said "Thanks for coming to get me" and too embarrassed, because I couldn't lose the huge goofy smile that had taken over my whole face, I looked down like I was looking for something and replied "Sure, no problem."
