Spring 2011: Abigail and Tara Flylar are 55, Jacob Flylar is 17.
Jacob spends his days doing his chores.
Doing his homework.
Working out, he doesn't want to get fat.
Given the chance he will spend hours in the evening stargazing.
The phone call from the University Recruiter was the last straw for Jacob but how to tell his mothers that he doesn't want to join his brother or girlfriend at University. They will be so disappointed.
He spent a week procrastinating by painting the portrait of Abigail.
Dinner wasn't what he expected the night he told his mothers. "It's not like I want to work in a factory. I want to be a chef, what degree is going to give me the experience that working in a kitchen will? "
Abigail left the dinner table and went to play with the dogs.
That night Tara and Abigail just stared at each other, what could they really do Jacob would be 18 soon and it was his decision what he would do with his life.
