Chapter 12

At supper, I broke my inane desire to go upon a secular expedition towards Alaska. Of course, the argument was by far one of the most stubborn episodes ever since I could recall. It was as if I was walking upon a bed of heated coal barefoot and my brother was coming along to get me back. In this one, both of us were getting equally hurt.

"I always wanted to explore this place, experience the oddity of its climate.... see the Anchorage Art Museum where some of the most vouched for artists display the best of their work. I figured that it is either now or.... never." I spoke with an expression of self-pity pinned on my face. This was my only card this time.

"Hmmm! I do not think there is anything extraordinary about that place. People come here 'from' Alaska, not travel the other way around," he reasoned adding a few broccolis to my plate.

"Make sure you finish that. You barely touch your food. Should we be more worried?" he asked peeking at my insolent face.