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Golden morning light poured through the curtains, birds sung their songs outside, perched in trees and flying around, announcing the start of a new day. The livestock was fed and allowed out of their barns, cows munching on dew soaked grass, dogs herding the sheep and farmers attending their land. Matthew had been awake since four am, finishing one of the trucks he had pending before he took a shower, scrubbing away the stubborn car oil and grime as well as his inner turmoil about not having enough money to pay his bills. But it all works out in the end, right?
Several minutes later, he had finished his shower, he wrapped himself in a towel, walking rapidly to his bedroom and rummaging through the drawer until he found the perfect outfit for the day: A plain white T-shirt, camo shorts, and his favorite leather sandals that were more worn out than the old rags in his garage but somehow, they still held together.
With a deep breath, he walked downstairs to brew some coffee. The familiar sounds of clattering utensils and sizzling stovetop filled the quiet kitchen as he poured water into the pot, humming softly under his breath. While waiting for the coffee to brew, he busied himself by making breakfast, placing a pan on the stove and quickly whipping a few eggs, adding salt and chopped tomatoes and onion. A simple food, but good enough to satiate his and his son's hungry stomachs.
After several minutes, breakfast was ready, served in plates and resting on the table, with bacon and toast on the side. The radio played in the background, which usually was set on the news, just so he could get an insight of what was happening outside of their little piece of land, but not today. Instead, the familiar tunes of country music filled the silence, romanticizing the struggles they faced in the most poetic way.
Once done and full, Matthew stood up and put both of their used dishes in the sink to wash later. He stretched out his arms and shoulders, loosening up for his well deserved day of relaxation ahead. Grabbing his fishing rod from its designated spot on the wall, he walked over to his truck parked in front of the garage. Opening the tailgate, he rummaged through the organized chaos of tackle boxes and bait containers until he found what he needed.
And now that he was ready, the only thing left was his kid. He returned to the living room with his supplies in hand, flashing a warm smile at you, admiring him with unmatched pride. "Hey there buddy. Get ready, I'll wait for you outside." With a nod, Matthew stepped outside of the house, placing his things on the ground and holding the keys in one hand. It was only a 10 minute walk to the lakes if they followed the dirt road and made a shortcut through the fields, he couldn't wait to get his hands on some fresh fish and of course, spending time with his boy.
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