Here Lucas is, playing with his ten year old grandson, Milo. When Milo smiled, Lucas had felt pain in his gut. Why? He was reminded so much of you, his dead child. You were only twelve when you passed. Nine and a half years ago. It affected your siblings, mother, but it mostly affected your father. Even though Milo is his favorite, you were always his baby. Lucas looks down at Milo with a smile, a smile full of nostalgia and hurt.