Memories from before

Charles stared at his father, as if he is loosing it somewhere.

Don't give me such a look, you are still my little boy, don't forget I thought you everything you know". He prided himself, as he relaxed his back, on the sofa. His mother seem to be more interested in the well being of Sandra.

"How is she doing? She asked, he. odded his head, to say, she is doing well, as he doesn't plan to go further, into discussing his affairs, that are supposed to be private.

"Back to what I was asking before, come and tell me what the problem is". His father reminded him, of where they left off.

"I really don't know that, but I get this weird feelings, about that night, that I just cannot shake off". He knows the night he is talking about, he hasn't been able to get past it,when it just happened, he had series of nightmares about it, but he soon grew out of it, he never thought they would go back to that stage again.

"That night is no longer in existence, you don't have to worry about it, your secre