"A category 3 hurricane is on its way to the western archipelago. Rain will pour all week long. The government has taken action to halt all work near coastal areas. As a result, everyone has been instructed to stay indoors and stock up on emergency supplies. Some areas will experience blackouts. The rescue teams will be on standby all week, and emergency shelters will be built near high-risk zones. We hope everyone remains calm and works together to overcome this impending crisis. " The reporter concluded.

I was watching television in the living room. They were forecasting a hurricane to hit the British Isles by the end of this week. I live in Leeds, England, which is in one of the danger zones. So it's going to be a tough week. The more important fact is that my mind is still in a muddle. Was it all a dream? Really? But it doesn't feel like that. But here I am, in the living room, early in the morning, gorging myself with potato chips. What's more interesting is that I've already lived this day through. The 9th of September. If this is a case of déjà vu, I'm in for a long one at that.

Just like before, Allen woke me up again, but last time I didn't go to the memorial; instead, I stayed in my room and played video games all day. But here I am, watching the news. Technically, the day I'm experiencing now is both new and old at the same time. So, what if I go there? Would that change anything?

Putting my worries aside, I went to take a bath and put on the black suit that had been collecting dust in my closet. Is it important for me to go there? Perhaps not? I could simply skip it, as I do every year.

"Finn!! Get ready quickly. Dad is coming to pick us up." From the kitchen, Allen yelled.

Is Dad coming? Why now, of all times? Is there anything he wants from us? No, no... what doesn't he have? He abandoned us like orphans in this house. While Ethan went to the United States to oversee one of our company's branches there, Allen looked after me. Allen manages the branch in England alongside my father and me... let's put that aside. Even though I have a top bachelor's degree, all I could do was prepare sandwiches for myself. He's interested in the memorial despite his busy schedule? He'd never visited her before, so why now? Did this happen yesterday... the previous 9th of September? Or am I missing something here?

"Master Allen, are you ready?" Emma, one of our maids, inquired as I looked at myself in the mirror.

"You know, you don't have to be so stiff around me... we're about the same age." Whenever she shows me courtesy, I feel like I'm some kind of great person... That is the most frustrating feeling for someone incompetent like me. "... and what is that?"

"They’re flowers... for her." Right, a son incapable of buying flowers for his mother on her death anniversary... What a wonderful man I've become. I can't even do something as simple as that.

"How is Sia doing?"

"We are extremely grateful to you for recommending her." Emma's younger sister, Sia, is a first-year law student.

"She deserves it, and all I did was ask for a favour from Allen. That's the least I could do to thank you for bearing with me for the past two years. " Emma started working here after her father was involved in an accident. Her parents divorced, and her father was given custody of both of their daughters in court. She dropped out of college after her father's accident and started working. My father first rejected her since she was inexperienced when she first came to work at our house, but now I can see how hardworking she is.

Sia, her younger sister, works very hard in order to one day provide for her family. What a caring family. Having everything does not always mean being content. Some things are more important than others, and some people are better off because of them.

The doors of the black BMW greeted us as we stood near the gate. My nerves were jangling... Oh God, please let me sit next to the driver. Looking up at the sky, I prayed to an unknown entity. It was windy.