The work bench

You look the work bench over. It’s been well used throughout the years. Carpentry wasn’t your dad’s primary job but it was a well loved passion. You yourself knew enough to do some basic things. You run your hand over part of the bench. Some dust comes off on your hand. It has been months since you were last here.

What did your parents do for work?

Your dad is a famous author. He writes novels. Some of which are best sellers and have left your family well off. He’s well known for mystery works and he’s included a lot of Native American folklore in his works.

Your mom helped with that. She’s full Ojibwe. She’s a middle school teacher. Shes passionate about teaching children but even more passionate about making sure traditions, the language, and beliefs never die.

They actually met in university and seemed to think you were going to find someone while you were in culinary school. Nope. Dating as a gay man can be pretty hard turns out.

You’re off topic, Morgan.

You pull yourself away from the work bench and look around. Something catches your eye. Oh yes, the deer skull. It just hangs on the wall with antlers still attached. It was the biggest buck your dad has ever shot.

There’s still other places you can look or you can go back upstairs. Three rooms, including a bathroom.