You are one year old and trying your hardest to get your legs walking.

You farther Tommy sits at one end of the room and your mother at the other. She holds under your arms balancing you as you stand. Your legs wobble as you hold your arms out trying to walk.

You take slow uncalculated steps towards your farther as he holds his arms out egging you on to walk over and embrace him “cmon kid I know you have it in you” he mumbles as a cigarette dangles from his lips.