1947! Five years since your adoptive father, Henry Allen Marshall, adopted you.

Henry sat down in the living room recliner, reading the daily newspaper in his pajamas, Frank Sinatra playing on the table radio.

soon, your father looks over to your tired self, raising a brow as he places down the newspaper with a sigh as he set the recliner back into a straight backed position

"Something wrong, little one?" the man questioned, a gruff inquiry tone in his voice.