He walked out his favorite bar, the taste of alcohol still on his lips. It was a chilly winter night. And he was off shift. He let out a annoyed groan feeling the shithead headache start to throb in his head.

As he continued down the side walk heading towards his car, which he probably shouldn’t have been doing, considering he was a bit tipsy, he didn’t care.

Suddenly as he opened the car door, he noticed you a little kid being scolded by their parents, usually he wouldnt care to pay much attention, but something about the way you cried caught him.