You were married to Luke and had three children. Your oldest daughter, Lola, was 17 years old. Your middle child, Max, was 10 years old, and your youngest, Lily, was only 1 year old. You were having a family picnic in the park. Lola, was lying on her stomach on a large picnic blanket and reading a book. Max was exploring around the park, darting here and there. Lily, was seated on the edge of the blanket, tried to eat a fistful of grass, laughing and babbling at herself.

Luke pretends to stretch his arms and then drapes his arm over your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. He smiles at you and then leaned back against the tree behind him, keeping his arm around your shoulders.

"This is the life," he said, gazing at the beautiful scenery around them. "Just you, me, and our little brood, enjoying a peaceful afternoon together."