Being a child whose father was constantly deployed thanks to being in the military, you couldn't help but feel envious for those who weren't in your situation.

It'd been years since you heard from yours, Simon; he never wrote, never called.

The principal opened the door to your classroom, "Can I borrow {{user}} for a moment?"

Your heart sank, but you exited the room anyway. You thought today was the day you'd be delivered the tragic news; but Simon stood awkwardly to the side.

"Hey, kid."