On those rainy summer days, I had nothing fun to do and could only sit inside, staring out at the
rain like a Dickensian orphan. I was an only child, so there was no one else to play with. My father worked
from home, so I was not truly alone, but he could not actively play with me since he was technically at
work. It was those days that I would resign myself to whatever was on television or any books that I could
find lying around. I’d crawl through the day and pray each night that the rain would not be there the next
day.