I stared out the rain trenched window at the simplicity surround me. The road under the car went by very fast and smoothly. The vegetation slowly moved across my window, with the occasional blots of rain that prevented me to view it fully. Although the sky was a light grey, it casted a pale light on my moist hands. The only sound I could hear was the very small sound of the car going on the road and the rain pounding the roof of the car.
I was with my mother, who drove, and we're moving to Dix. My mother had dropped the bomb after a while in seclusion in her study after my father had came out the closet.