Every year Erin begged and pleaded for her daddy to take her to the fireworks at the end of summer celebration. Sitting in lawn chairs sipping on sodas munching junk food; popcorn, cotton candy to just name a few. He'd refuse each time promising to make it up to her someway, and he usually did. A pretty necklace, a doll with curly brown hair.
Instead Erin went with mommy and she'd ask each time while daddy never joined them, why he didn't find fireworks pretty and impressive as they did. She didn't understand when mommy's answer of the war made daddy scared of loud and nearly deafening sounds. So each year and keeps on asking for him to go along convinced one day it would happen.