Surprised by his request, I asked him where he was going.
His answer was: "I'm going back home to Applechardville."
"Well - I said - today is your lucky day, I'm going to Applechardville too!"
He smiled to me and while he was jumping in my car I heard him whispering :"Hope you are lucky too....."
I wanted to continue my nap, but I thought I would have slept once arrived to Applechardville. So I turned on the engine and slowly me and my passenger glided along the road.
After half hour we arrived at a junction where there were no direction for Applechardville. My passenger pointed a finger to indicate to go straight. Without saying a word, I continued to drive. Not even realizing that since we started, we both remained silent. After a few moments, and only then gave him my hand and him shaking it firmly presented himself.
"My name is Steve, and I'm really glad you gave me a ride."
I answered:"You're welcom Steve, do you live in Applechardville?"
"Yes, I was born in Applechardville, as my father and my grandfather." I saw that as he said, seemed a little ashamed.
Then he said: "I lived in in Applechardville until 5 years ago, then I had to go to Germany to take care of my sister and my mom."
That word: Mom, for some reason made me suspect that she was no longer alive. As I suspected that his sister was no longer alive too.
I have not made any more questions. I let him continue his story.
He was the second of two children, of a couple of teachers who met near Applechardville. The father, born and raised in Applechardville, had known the woman who would later become his wife, during a vacation at sea, not far from in Applechardville. The mather, German, was for vocation in that site with all the family. Both belonged to rich families, and this one was the main reason why, their families, were in favor of their marriage. After marriage, they settled in Applechardville where they remained for several years, working as teachers. Then, when Steve's sister got sick, the mother decided to take her to Germany. Where he thought, he could be treated better. Steve at that time was just 15 and remained with his father in Applechardville. So Steve and his father were forced to join them to take care. They remained several years in Germany, until, after the death of his sister and mother, also the father of Steve died. After burial, Steve decided to return to in Applechardville.
He smiled to me and while he was jumping in my car I heard him whispering :"Hope you are lucky too....."
I wanted to continue my nap, but I thought I would have slept once arrived to Applechardville. So I turned on the engine and slowly me and my passenger glided along the road.
After half hour we arrived at a junction where there were no direction for Applechardville. My passenger pointed a finger to indicate to go straight. Without saying a word, I continued to drive. Not even realizing that since we started, we both remained silent. After a few moments, and only then gave him my hand and him shaking it firmly presented himself.
"My name is Steve, and I'm really glad you gave me a ride."
I answered:"You're welcom Steve, do you live in Applechardville?"
"Yes, I was born in Applechardville, as my father and my grandfather." I saw that as he said, seemed a little ashamed.
Then he said: "I lived in in Applechardville until 5 years ago, then I had to go to Germany to take care of my sister and my mom."
That word: Mom, for some reason made me suspect that she was no longer alive. As I suspected that his sister was no longer alive too.
I have not made any more questions. I let him continue his story.
He was the second of two children, of a couple of teachers who met near Applechardville. The father, born and raised in Applechardville, had known the woman who would later become his wife, during a vacation at sea, not far from in Applechardville. The mather, German, was for vocation in that site with all the family. Both belonged to rich families, and this one was the main reason why, their families, were in favor of their marriage. After marriage, they settled in Applechardville where they remained for several years, working as teachers. Then, when Steve's sister got sick, the mother decided to take her to Germany. Where he thought, he could be treated better. Steve at that time was just 15 and remained with his father in Applechardville. So Steve and his father were forced to join them to take care. They remained several years in Germany, until, after the death of his sister and mother, also the father of Steve died. After burial, Steve decided to return to in Applechardville.
