It's been a week since the "burning" visit of my sister. Nobody talked to me about the script again or the bad decisions  I'm used to make. I saw inevitably Henry, the day after our fight, at the pizzeria. After the service,  we cleared things up, by apologizing to each other and everything goes well. Chris is relieved that the atmosphere within the gang is again set fair.

It's Tuesday and I'm off. I planned nothing for today  but find my friends in the pub in the evening. The routine started again and I am not dissatisfied with it. It is 10:30 am and I extricate myself with difficulty from bed. I adore having a lie in, but my mother had to call me to invite me home for lunch. Goodbye my idle day !

I get myself a bowl of cereal for breakfast and sit down on the couch. On TV, I fall on a uninteresting show  where people have to share the misfortunes that they lived, according to the day theme. A shame that today's topic is not : " I crushed a girl while I was drunk and on substance. " I would have been able to participate in this broadcast. Well, we would not have been many to speak because the people who are in the same case as me certainly are in jail... No, the day subject is: " I am a victim of fatshaming. "

I leave my empty bowl in the kitchen sink and go get ready in my room. I remove the blue T-shirt  I wore to sleep and choose a white pullover with a black jeans. While I take off to the bathroom, my phone starts vibrating. By looking at the screen, Mercy's name appears. I press on the barrier of notification to reveal the text she sent me. Only one emoji appears, the winky one. I answer her with the emoji that sticks out the tongue while getting ready.

It's midday and I arrive in front of the door of my parent's house. I grew up in this house, surrounded with my parents, my older brother Titan and Mercy. My mother Martha works in the cinema, just like my father George, also director. Thanks to them, and also to my uncles, I quickly entered the world of the cinema, at first as a pastime and then, as I was interested in it, I wanted to become an actor. I was also interested in modelling. I modelled for big fashion houses during several Fashion Weeks. But it is really the cinema which overrode the rest.

I arrive in the living room. My parents, even if they're not together anymore for years, always get on as well. They sit on the couch, each a glass in the hand, exchanging commonnesses. In front of them, Mercy is there, listening carefully to them. Suddenly, a hand comes to pat on my shoulder, what makes me jump. By turning, I see Titan, who welcomes me with a big smile.

- Well, little bro ! Don't stay there ! He says pulling me towards the other members of the family.

By hearing his voice, my parents and Mercy break off and turn around towards us. My mother shows a magnificent smile whereas she gets up to come to kiss me.

- Oh, my baby! I am so happy to see you! She exclaims in coming to embrace me.

Even if I don't live far from their home, I don'tt take the time to come to see her. I should visit her more often. When she ends the embrace, my father firmly shakes my hands  before embracing me in turn. I turn around towards my sister who comes in my arms. Once ended reunions, we all sit down on both couches. Mercy puts herself next to my father, to free the place on the sofa intended for Titan and I. I take a whisky and my brother imitates me.

- So, what's new, Hero? My father asks me.

- Oh... Not much... The routine...

- Everything goes well at the pizzeria ? My mother asks me. We thought several times, your sister and I to come to eat there but ...

- No, you can come, it would please me, I admit. Otherwise, yes, everything goes well.

- Mercy, did you tell him your big news? My mother asks her, by pointing at me.

My sister begins to blush. She lowers the head, sign of her embarrassment. A big news? I am intrigued.

- I was very busy this week, she admits. I did not have time to tell him about it.

My mother turns around towards me, pride being read on his face.

- Mercy picked up the leading part of a series! She exclaims. A part is shot in London and the other one ... Where did you say that you are going to shoot ?

- Edinburgh, she answers, by raising the head towards me.

Clearly, she waits for my reaction with apprehension. I am pleasantly surprised. I am happy that my younger sister pursues the way that she chose successfully.

- I am very happy for you, I tell her, smiling at her. I am certain that is going to be brilliant. And of course, you are going to adore Scotland !

Mercy begins summing up the story of his series. There is a murder and her character and her friends will be mixed with all the secrets which surround the characters. She is so excited by detailing her character. I can only be enthusiastic by hearing him.

A few minutes later, my mother invites us to take a seat around the table. When I sit down, I notice that an extra place setting is added.

- Are we waiting for anybody else? I ask, curious.

At this moment, Mercy gives me a wink, reminding me strangely the message that she sent me a few hours earlier. As if the timing was completed, the doorbell rings.

- Ah ! Right on time ! She says in getting up to go to welcome the guest.

Mercy'sstill staring at me with a smirk. But what's wrong with her ? Suddenly her attention turned to a young man whom I don't know, dressed in a mustard yellow blazer with a white t-shirt and blurred jeans. He is about my age. His hair is shaved and he wears small round glasses. A nascent beard frames his jaw. My sister gets up and stands next to him. Decidedly, her behavior is more than strange.

- "Thank you for seeing me," he says.

I can't help but notice his accent. American.

- "Who are you? I ask, frowning."

Mercy turns to me with a triumphant air.

- Hero, this is Gibson McMillan...

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