Raf's ordeal of a 3,500 mile car trip in less than a week had left him in awe but suffering in disbelief that he was finally where he was. He thought it to be incredulous that he had even survived what he now thought was a grueling, confusing experience. His confusion, which began from the changes he had gone through during the long trip, was now complete and he felt like he would not sort them out for a long time to come.

Stroking the top of his hand with her soft palm his grandmother had reprimanded him, "Don't worry so much, nieto or you will be an old man before your time worrying about every little thing the way you do. In time, mi corazon, this too shall pass."

Looking at her askance, gathering all the reasons he could muster at his young age, he supposed that she was right but the pain of his confusion passing from one stage of understanding to another level of acceptance was very new to him and he didn't quite know yet how to manage it all. In other days, in other years, his summer vacations from school had whizzed by without incidents, leaving him both happy and anxious to start his next new school year in the fall. Then, in Glendale, school had been his only concern in life. But here he could already see that conditions of life and time had their own set of rules and values. Yes, he thought, he and his grandmother had talked about everything except answering his burning questions of his grandfather's assassination, his mother's interminable state of shock over it and the blank years of her life that followed her into her adult years. But most of all, he wanted to talk about what, to him, was his mother's most unpleasant personality trait. Her inability to love him no matter what he tried to do to please her.

A Snippet From the Upcoming Novel -- The Oedipus Syndrome

The Oedipus Syndrome: Betrayed Innocence [Book2]