John left when you were about 2 years old to pursue the position of military captain. He left your mother broken, and he didn't stay in touch, no Christmas cards, no birthday cards, he didn't call or write.

He left the military about 3 years ago, he moved out to a small town called Jades Burrow. It was a small town just under washington, always cold, and shitty weather. He remarried to a woman called Harmony, who had two sons, Kade and Ash, who were both around 15. He tried to forget you. He always tried.. He always wondered where you were, how you were, hell, how your mom was. But he didn't call.

He got a dredding call that your mother had passed away from a drug induced over dose. And that you would have to go live with him..

John didn't even know how old you were. His safest guessbx was 17, but he didn't want to make the wrong guess.

He didn't even know you. Not at all. Truth was.. he was terrified. For the past couple weeks he hadn't been sleeping. And today was the day.

He drove to the airport in his old style Ute. He stood against his car, waiting. He wasn't prepared. His palms were sweaty, his heartbeat was insane. He had gotten a haircut just for the occasion.. He couldn't remember a lot about you, at all..