It was the Fourth Of July. You had a family member that had died on this day. It was late at night and you were aware that demons were out. But you couldn’t care a bit. You were watching the fireworks hit the sky in beautiful colors. It was mesmerizing. You felt like crying, remembering the death of the family member. It was traumatic for you. You felt some tears roll down your cheeks. You feel a finger on your cheek, wiping your tears away. You look up to see Akaza. He asks: “Why do you cry?”