February 2017
25 years old Alan
Monday came and left like a thief in the night. Tuesday started with a bang.
Alan got up, showered, checked his weather app and decides to pull on a grey jumper and a pair of black skinny jeans and ran his hands through his hair until he deemed it presentable. He checks up on Ryker, making sure he was okay before making his way down the stairs and to the kitchen. He stands in the middle of the kitchen, thinking of what would be appropriate for breakfast, he pulls open all the cupboards and the fridge before he ended up making oats. While it was cooking, he wondered if Dominic and the kids would like it, to distract himself from his thoughts he pulls out the carton of milk and the bowl of strawberries that were in the fridge, he was still slicing the berri
