America
noun
1. either continent (North America or S. America) of the western hemisphere
"John can I tell you a story?"
"Sure I'm listening." said John, from behind his laptop.
Sherlock took a deep breath.
"There once was a little boy, he was just like any other little boy. He was happy and content, he saw the world as something to be explored and loved to learn. He was in a tight-knit family, they all cared about one another very much. He had a smart older brother, a loving kind father, and a brilliant mother. As this little boy got older, they moved to the countryside. Far far away from any kids his age. His mother decided to homeschool him and his brother. Their mother, a brilliant young lady, schooled them the best she knew. She taught them science, anatomy, physics, astrometric, logic, anything and everything. Both boys excelled, and eagerly gobbled everything up. Both of them were so eager to learn, they became competitive for their mother's praise. Whoever got the highest score, succeeded in the most challenges, whoever deduced the right information, was smarter. Better."
"Both boys loved their parents very much. They idolized them, strived to be just like them. Their father was full of emotions. He cared for everyone, he had so much love in his heart. He had a brother, who he cared the world for. The father wanted his boys to have a similar relationship. He tried, again, and again, to get them to bond, tried to show them the beauty of brotherly love. But they were stubborn. They only cared about the competition. 'I'm the smart one.' the oldest always insisted. The little boy had to prove himself, had to prove he was as good as his brother. Then it was too late. For both of them."
"One day, the little boy's ninth birthday, his father was driving home to see his son, when his heart missed a beat. He had a cardiac arrest, his car swerved, and he crashed into the side of the road. There was almost immediate help, and he was rushed to the hospital. The little boy was alerted to the situation, by his tearful mother interrupting his two-person birthday party, and rushing them to the hospital. The little boy saw an almost unrecognizable man on the hospital bed, his strong, charismatic father was reduced to a feeble looking shell. He was in a coma, the Doctor told them. The two brother's sat side by side, watching the life slowly drain out of their father. The little boy sat there, his thoughts getting more and angrier. Why had this happened to his father? Wasn't he good enough? He helped people, and now he couldn't even help himself."
"The little boy heard his brother whisper something besides him. 'Sentiment is a disadvantage.' The little boy couldn't agree more."
"Hours later, the man opened his eyes one last time. He immediately saw his two sons, sitting there, and he opened his mouth to speak. His jaw moved but no sound came out. The two brothers rushed to his side. A single tear ran down his cheek. He met the gaze of the little boy, who watched as the life drained out of his eye's and until he was staring into nothingness. The little boy barely registered the sound of his father flat-lining. He just kept screaming his father's name again and again."
"Eventually, his mother moved on, she remarried a nice normal man, and his brother moved on. The little boy never moved on. He decided it was best not to feel his pain anymore. He locked his pain up inside his heart because he didn't want to feel it anymore. He didn't want to feel anything. He grew older and left his family. He moved to America and started a new life. However after a while, he felt something strange. He felt as if his birthplace was calling him. So the man with a hurt little boy trapped inside him returned. And he hasn't left since."
Sherlock finished his story and looked over at John, who was staring at him, mouth agape, laptop completely forgotten.