In a high rise apartment in Chicago, A man stands by the floor to ceiling window with a glass of wine in hand.

"Do you ever wonder about the meaning of life?" He.said quietly to himself as he looked at the city.

A sharp piercing wail came from the small little crib in the middle of the room, the man turned and walked to the crib to see a tiny little baby standing and holding the crib bars to hold herself up as she scrunched up her tear streaked face. The baby had soft pale brown red hair and midnight blue eyes with a black around the irises. Her little face was round and red as she cried her little heart out.

"Oh dear, come here love let daddy lull those tears away." The man picked up the baby and held her in his arms as he went back to looking at the city. "How about I tell you a bedtime story."

He held the baby close to his chest as he thought about the story to tell her, he had only one in mind since he had already told her the others. "Hm.... How about the story of when I was younger? Would you like that? I'm sure you would."

He paced back and forth, patting the baby's back as he started to recall the tale. "Hm this story took place when I was between the ages of seven and fourteen, I lived in Forks with my parents."

My parents were in the car, everything was packed from our house in Mileston town and we were going to Forks because my dad's brother told him to. The whole drive was unbearable, mom was holding back tears and dad's jaw was so tight it looked painful. Their conversation was strained and tense as they talked.

"Maria, answer the question." My dad said through clenched teeth.

"David please, just turn the car around or stop it." Maria said as her voice cracked with tears.

"no, you need to answer the question. Is it true?" His jaw was tight and his knuckles were white on the steering wheel as the only sign of his growing rage.

"Fine! You wanna know so bad if it's true then tell me who is Lilly!? Who is she!?" My mother was screaming at my dad now, screaming as loud as she could as she kept hitting my dad on his arm.

I was crying now, big deep sobs that shook my body as I was in my seat in the backseat of the car. Crying and kicking and flailing my arms and legs as my parents continued to argue.

The drive was a mess, I was crying my heart out, my mom was yelling at my dad trying to be louder then my crying, my dad was driving and clearly mad but he didn't fight back just focused on driving. For miles we were like this until we got to Seattle and dad pulled into a small dinner. He parked the car and took me out of my seat as he carried me to the dinner.

The customers stared as my dad carried me inside, he probably looked ready to punch a hole in the wall as he went the ordering area.

"Miss, is there a restroom here?" He asked the girl working the register.

"Um.... Yeah yeah there's a restroom in the back."

My dad nodded stiffly and went to the restroom with me, taking me inside a stall and putting me on the toilet as he soothed me. "There there, buddy. You're fine, daddy's here and I'll never leave. I promise." He patted my back till my tears went down to sniffles as he helped me use the bathroom. "here we go buddy, think you can use the bathroom like a big boy?"