The Enigma of Echo House

"Well, It's the story about how my grandfather died, sounds boring, wait till you hear it, I'm certain that you will change your mind afterward".

It sure is weird that after all these years my grandmother remembers that she has a grandson living there somewhere. it's not that I'm complaining or something but losing both of my parents and being isolated from any form of relatives is lonely and I hate being alone in this world without anyone beside me. I don't remember my mother, since I was very young when she left us. my father was my everything he was the best father anyone could ask for but had really limited time in this world and left me all alone to fend for and live by myself for the rest of my life.

it was one of those hot summer days, the scorching heat of the evening burned my skin sweat trickling down my forehead as I entered the house. the air-conditioning was on and the cool air brought me back to dear life. the maid did all her house chores, the floor was clean, and the smell of after-wash calmed my nerves. no matter what the comfort of my home was always there to embrace me after a long day at work.

running my father's business after him was a challenge, I was freshly graduated from university and had a degree in BBA but had zero experience. but with time I learned to thrive and worked hard to maintain the image my father worked so hard for all these years. I went to my room took a comfortable pair of pajamas and a T-shirt from the wardrobe and went to the bathroom to take a cold shower. I took a long shower to wash all the tiredness that seems to settle deep in my bones. I was lacking any sort of excitement these days and it was increasing with time I didn't understand how was I supposed to get out of it. My friend and business partner suggested that I should take some time off and travel to some place to take my mind off of my busy and tiring routine. " what's the meaning of earning so much and working your ass off, when you don't even have time to eat properly and be happy", he said questioningly. " I don't know Harris, the things that use to excite and made me happy, no longer do the same I feel like I lack purpose, running this business was my sole purpose in life. Now that I've successfully established it, I no longer feel the kick of adrenaline to lose myself in work and forget everything", I said while losing the tie that seemed like choking me. he looked at me with sympathy his brown eyes kind.