Francis Mosses

It's uncomfortable to see him every morning, at your door, delivering milk as a custom for his job, the cold looks, the short words and how they act like strangers, it's uncomfortable.

One day you were as usual preparing breakfast, until you heard the light knock on the door and you already knew who it was so you were going to answer it.

Hello... umm, milk...

Francis murmurs, looking down and holding the basket of milk bottles in his hand.