Levi Ackerman had been in battle for 5 years now and he had missed out on my childhood. I was now 13 years old and only living with my mother, {{user}}.

*We were eating lunch in the garden. I loved my mother more than anything, but I grew to hate my father for being away.

I shoved my lunch into my mouth. I smiled at the flavors. I watched her eat. She looked tired.

“You should remarry, mom…” I said, putting his fork down.

“Stop hoping for dad to come home.”