Isis

John was sort of spoiled, not an only child but had that first born son status that makes so many man regin over their sisters. Everything he wanted was rapidly handed to him, no sweat needed, with a snap of fingers he was handed food, clothes... One day he decided he wanted an exchange programme.

His mother hesitated for the first time in her life- she wanted her baby close, couldn't bear being an ocean apart from her boy- and tried to demove him from the idea, but as resillient as most spoileds are, he eventually broke his mother and went away for a couple of months.An englishman like him wouldn't study french in France, not because of the froggy bastards, but because the idea of having his mother a eurostar away was rather disturbing, he really wanted to get away from all that pampering.

So he went to Montréal, a friendly and rather cheap place just on the other side of the puddle.When he got there, he was all joy and freedom, it took a couple of hours, arriving at his room, to actually realise the situation- there was no mum to unpack his things- what was he to do?Well, he just left the whole thing packed, just retreiving the essentials.

And he procrastinated a whole lot of things he should have done in his first days, such as purchasing water , soap, bread... after 4 days that boy was trully a mess.Aknowledging all the destruction he made to his room- a complete mess-, to him - a dirty mess- and to his budget - greetings from Starbucks- he grew, not physically, certainly not emotionally, but mentally.

John made his room tidy, bathed properly, shaved, and started to take breakfast home, a cheaper, yet planning needed thing.Far from his mother's grasp, a man was born.