Chapter 95

• The early risers chirping, birds are about to do their rituals. Chadwick is one of the early risers. Although he is not a bird, there was a smile on his lips, so wide soon he might also chirp in juvenile.
• He hopped down from his bed and slid on the curtains of his room's window. The morning sun beams peeking through the cloud, golden light everywhere, covering man-man creations.
• Today seems full of beauty and magic, filled with the promise of a new beginning.