Boreas . The sough in the air was so dominant that although I was looking at this scenery from within the warmth emitted from the radiator, it caused a shiver run up and down my spine while my father knocked on the door to tell me that the tea was ready if I wanted to have a breakfast with him. Wrapping the shawl that my best friend had given me as a birthday present last year around my shoulders, I hurried towards the chilly dining room. Here, on a really old sofa that had given up on its owners ages ago although the owners of it persisted to keep it, slept my father and although he always says he never minds the cold and loves to sleep in a cold environment rather than hot, I couldn't help but wonder how he didn't catch pneumonia. This was yet another thing the two of us had to endure all throughout these years.