Even though I was 19 years old, I still lived at home with my mom in a geared for income apartment in the south end of Toronto. I was desperate to go away to university, but my mom didn't have the means to help me.
I spent the majority of my time working at a gas station and saving as much money as possible for school. I was blessed that my best friend Jennifer had talked her father in to giving me a job.
Jennifer and I had been friends since the eighth grade and now she was preparing to go away to university without me. We had been inseparable over the years and the thought of her leaving left me with a lot of mixed emotions.
The dreaded day came and Jennifer's dad packed her things in the car and drove off with her. As the weeks and months went by, Jennifer's calls and visits became much less frequent. She was making new friends and school was keeping her busy.
It was a Thursday morning when I arrived for my shift at the gas station. Hal, Jennifer's father was sitting behind the register with the most forlorn look on his face.
Using my cheeriest voice I greeted him, "Good morning Mr. Lawson."
"Good morning Laura." He responded without looking up.
Jennifer's father was a very typical man and wasn't really one to show his emotions. It was more than evident that something was troubling him and he couldn't hide it anymore.
"Is everything alright?" I inquired.
"I thought I would be so happy when Jennifer went to school." He shook his head side to side. "My house is so empty now. It was always just the two of us and now it is just me."
I just nodded, unsure what words I could muster to cheer him up.
"How are you Laura? Is your mother working things out?" he asked changing the subject.
Hal was referring to the fact that the city had realized my mother had another adult living with her which was against the rules in a geared to income apartment. A man had come by earlier in the week to deliver a letter that made it very clear that I had to move out or she would be evicted.
I explained the situation to Hal. "I want to move out, but I don't have enough saved up yet."
"You should stay with me!" His voice was excited. "You save your money for school."
I must have had a puzzled look on my face. "You need a place to live and I need someone to keep me company in my empty house." Hal smiled warmly at me.
"Really? I mean, are you sure?" I was in shock.
"I would like nothing more!" His eyes widened as a smile crossed his face.
I was speechless at his generosity, all I could do was throw my petite arms around him and hold him tightly and thanking him.
Hal hugged me back, "So we are good then?"
I stepped back, "Yes! Yes we are. Thank you so much Mr. Lawson."
"No more Mr. Lawson!" he said. "You call me Hal from now on. You are not the child I met long ago."
I smiled at him and whispered his name under my breath. This would take some getting used to for sure.
The next day Hal showed up at my mother's apartment and we packed my belongings in his car before heading back to his house. I unpacked my belongings in the spare room and sat on the edge of the bed.
Hal popped his head in the room. "All settled in?"
"I think so." I responded quickly.
"Great! Have a good night sleep and I will see you in the morning." He closed the door.
I could hear his slippered footsteps making their way down the hall to his bedroom. He gently closed his bedroom door and the light piercing through the edge of the door frame disappeared.
Hal awoke in the morning with renewed energy. Just knowing there was someone else in the house seemed to fill him with a sense of normality.
I awoke expecting to be in my old room and it took a moment or two to come to my senses and realize where I was. I glanced out the window of my room to see Hal in the backyard.
Hal wasn't wearing a shirt as he made his way through the garden. I couldn't help but watch his slender body for a few moments. His shirtless body moved gracefully around as he inspected the various vegetables he had grown. It was hard to believe he had just turned 55. In fact, if I hadn't been at his birthday party, I would have thought he was 40 at the absolute oldest. He had a full head of natural dark hair that swept his brow.
I took the opportunity to continue getting unpacked and organizing my belongings when I was done staring at Hal. The magnificent scent of fresh coffee filled mingled with the unmistakable aroma of sizzling bacon made its way into my room.
A quick tap on the door to my room followed by Hal's voice, "I made breakfast." Without waiting for a response, he was heading back down the stairs.
Entering the kitchen I saw Hal sitting at the tiny kitchen table with a small local paper, "Mmm, this smells and looks so delicious Hal!"
"Help yourself. Please make yourself at home." He waved across the kitchen before returning to read his newspaper.