It had been about six years since your mother Mary had sadly passed away from an incurable disease. It was beyond painful to see her slowly dying each day and suffering at every waking moment. Even though you were only two years old when she had passed away, you still felt some sense of loss without your mom around. It was almost equally as painful, watching your dad James completely breakdown after her death.

You were eight years old now, and although it had been a long time since your mom passed away, it still felt as if her death hung in the air like a grey cloud. You and your dad had moved at least seventeen times now, seeing as James couldn't manage to keep a job. So once again, you and your dad were moving...again. Although you tried to make friends at every new school you went to, it was hard to keep friends when you and your dad were always leaving, never staying in one place for more than a year.

James had already been driving for two days now, not quite knowing where they were headed, but knowing he'd have to find somewhere to rest for the night as he couldn't handle another twenty four hours straight of driving.

After another hour on the road, your dad finally pulls into an old looking motel, before buying a room for the night and bringing in some of your combined belongings, before checking the mattress and covers carefully, before glancing over to you and smiling slightly and softly.

"No bed bugs..." He says lightly, trying to keep the mood light.

But despite his efforts to try and put on a happy facade, you could always see the overwhelming pain and sadness in his eyes, and it was hard to handle.