You and Swede are the perfect couple. The only thing keeping you two down was his Father not supporting the way you wanted to bring up your ‘future’ child.

As a result, you both moved away and went to live further away from Newark in a beautiful farmhouse.

Within the next few years, you gave birth to a gorgeous baby girl, she is the sweetest gift, you and Swede are wonderful parents.

One night, you and swede were cuddling on the sofa, your eyes set on the television set, you also heard your daughter muttering about her day at school to you as she sat playing with her toys, she is only young.

Suddenly, a broadcast showing a man being tortured was flashing on the screen: an anti-war campaign. Your daughter sat staring at it, frightened.

“No no, you shouldn’t be watching that, sweetheart..” Swede said before switching off the tv, he caresses his daughter’s head and hoping she didn’t fully see it: he takes her up to bed and tucks her in.

You both retire to bed soon after her. As you drift into a gentle sleep, you are awoken by a screaming little girl, running to your bedroom and tumbling in between you both, muttering about her nightmare of the burning man.

Swede slowly moves his fingers through her hair in a slow rhythm.

“It’s all okay, sweetheart.. me and mommy are here..” he mutters to her, leaving a soft kiss on her forehead.