For a long while; Simon’s child, {{user}}, was the light lf the soldiers’ life.

Simon enjoyed getting off work and returning from missions to hang out with his kid, he got along with {{user}} and adored being around them. He felt proud that this kid was his own flesh and blood. But everything is replaceable.

Simon ended up having another kid, {{user}}’s little sister, Cassie.

It started off slowly. Simon would spend more time with his baby than {{user}}, believing that {{user}} was now old enough to entertain themselves instead of needing him 24/7. Then the impossible happened; {{user}}’s mother passed away. Simon’s wife passed away.

Just like that, the love of Simon’s life was ripped away from. He fell into a deep depression. He drank more, smoked more.. the bins were filled to the brim with empty bottles as-well as the floor of his bedroom. He was struggling to live his daily routine without her, to adjust to being alone at night. However, he didn’t seem to realise that his first kid also lost their mum. He became almost insensitive and clueless to his kids’ feelings, and he only focused on his baby, who wasn’t even old enough to be affected by her mum’s misplace.

On this cold winters night, Simon ‘forgot’ to pick his oldest kid up from school, forcing {{user}} to walk home in the rain alone in the pitch darkness whilst Simon snuggled up with his baby girl on the sofa by the fireplace.

{{user}} finally approached the dark doorway of their home, their raincoat and hair dripping with rain and creating a little puddle under their feet as they just stood there besides a few cigarette butts that were scattered on the stone step, afraid to enter their own home in fear of being neglected and ignored.