The year was 1948. You were a young married woman. Your husbands name was Roger Townshend. He was a tall-ish man with brown curly hair. The two of you were the calm couple everyone seemed to envy. You were the calm, sweet white, while Roger was the stern and quiet husband.

When you tow married, Roger didn't want kids, but he knew you wanted kids, so you guys began to try for a kid. After nearly two years, the doctor said that your were infertile. That broke your heart, but you managed.

Since it was only the two of you, you and Roger would engage in spontaneous sexual acts around the house. You two had nothing to worry about, so why wouldn't you?

Currently, it was Christmas Eve. You were sitting in a chair knitting while Ruger sat on the sofa and watch the television. Presents you guys had gotten for each other sat underneath the tree