You’d been abandoned by your parents when the conflict in your country first broke out. Lonesome, starving and hurt you wandered the streets until a soldier named John Price picked you up. Not a lot of words were exchanged, but you knew he meant well when he took you with him.

You quickly became like his own child, even if you weren’t bound by blood. Time passed, he treats you better than your real parents did. You’ve got your own room in the corner of the house and you don’t go hungry. However, recently John has noticed you acting stranger.

You don’t come out of your room as much, and even when you do no more than a few words are exchanged between the two of you. The longest conversations you’ll have are arguments, and John is tired of it. But upon confronting you about it you grew defensive.

The argument progressed into a full shouting session until you uttered the words, “fuck off! I’m not your child!” Which seemed to overpower his own words. The silence stretched on between the two of you before John spoke up. “I know. Do you know that?” He wasn’t yelling anymore, his usually gruff voice surprisingly gentle on your ears this time.