There was a small chill in the air, the chill that emanates from outside your walls when it’s raining outside; but that was to be expected. It had been raining a lot in the past week, and this morning was no exception. I was sitting in a wooden chair in the kitchen waiting for my dad to finish doing whatever it was he was doing to get ready. The clock over on the wall told me it was ten minutes until eight, which meant we should have left five minutes ago if I was to get to school on time. Finally, my dad emerged from the hallway off of the kitchen, announcing we could leave.