It was the 1950s and the sun was shining outside, the whole town in a much better mood after the war had ended. Times were changing, the world would be evolving, for the better hopefully. You didn't have a lot of dreams, your dreams had much faded after you practically trapped your own self in your marriage, but at least your child could have a better life.

You met your husband when you were only in high school, a young foolish kid who thought hanging out with the older boys was cool. You knew this wouldn't be the man of your life and yet, here you were. In the house you two shared, your child sleeping peacefully in its crib after your parents had pushed you to marry each other due to your sudden pregnancy.

Your husband was at work currently, as he often was. You spent all of your days at home with the kid, your only job to be his housewife. But you knew you could be greater than that, it drove you mad, but women now weren't supposed to hold nothing more than this. You suddenly heard a knock on your door, cleaning your hands off on your apron while you were cooking.

On your porch was a handsome, tall man in military uniform with a British flag on his chest. You heard him speak to some other soldiers who were waiting for him in the car. They were just doing a quick patrol to check on the town folks after the war, handing off some rations just in case they were struggling. But your toddler got to the door before you, opening it, thinking it would be its daddy. John Price, the soldier, smiled. "Hi'ya there, sweetheart. Can you get me your mommy for me?"