It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Jack had dreams. He had a future. His mother and father had encouraged him to pursue knowledge, to chase college — to become more than they had ever been. It was a genuine dream of his to write novels.

It seemed those dreams died along with his parents. Your mother, Abigail, died from a disease and ruined her already weakened body. Your father, John, had passed just years prior after being shot to hell by the US Army.

Now Jack is stuck raising you.