On the fourth of June 2007 at about 6am, I woke up to the choking smell of burnt beans my roommate forgot on the burner before leaving for class. The room was covered up in smoke that I could hardly breathe. I wondered what had gone wrong with him and why he was careful with everything else except the last portion of beans left in the room and my life. Quickly I turned off the burner and while I was trying to clear out the mess he had made, my phone rang.

Tears rolled down my cheeks while I coughed non-stop. It was my Dad calling. I was more curious than shocked. Not because he was calling but because he was calling at that time, considering the fact that I had been trying to get through to him for weeks but he deliberately ignored and frustrated my effort. Reluctantly I answered the call. I had a lot to tell him about my school, feeding and lots of other things but as typical as my father, He does all the talking as long as he is the one...