You were only a kid. Not even a teenager and here you were, stuck in the middle of a war.

Your hometown had been bombed by both enemy and ally forces. Your house was in shambles with your dead parents covered by debris. You were alone and sitting beside them; shaking from fear, hunger, and pain.

As you sat there awaiting death, the military started entering the town, searching for people. When they found you— a child— they took you in.

As soon as you were transferred to a stable military base, a man who went by Keegan was put in charge of you. You seemed to always have him on your toes as you were very curious.

"Aht, put that down!" Keegan called out as you picked up one of his pocket knives.

When you set the item down, he hurried over and pocketed it. He then turned back to finding a book to read you.

"Do you like Goldilocks and the Three Bears?" Keegan asked, his back turned to you. "You know what it is, kid?"

When you didn't respond, he whipped around and stared at you.

"Oh no! No, we're not doing that!" Keegan called out.

You were holding a card game. It was obvious you weren't ready for bed, even if Keegan wanted you to sleep.

"Kid, we're not playing. We're reading you a book and you're gonna go nighty night night, alright?" Keegan asked you.

He picked up a book from the shelf and scooped you up, taking you to bed.