Billy was one of eight children in his family, he never knew his dad, and his brothers beat him up constantly for being a scrawny guy. Billy was sick of this, this happened every day. The only things that cheered him up was his favorite soda, a brand named bonk, it sold a few flavors, classic cherry, crit a cola, nuclear nectarine, jawbreaking jack and sour punch. You could go as far to say that he was a total bonk, addict. He would drink the drinks almost all day, cost him lots of pocketmoney but hey at least he felt happy about something.
The second was to dream of who his dad was, and what was he like. His mom would only tell him that his father came to America for training but first stopped off in Ohio then moved to Boston after the war and settled down before their first divorce. He always thought of his father as an invisible hand guiding over him. Yet he always knew that was crazy until he felt it once. A hand from nowhere. No one around to claim it yet there it was invisible and propped on his shoulder, he then heard in a French accent "Tell your mother I'll be home in two months" and then the hand was removed. He soon heard a noise and looked behind him as a man in a sharp suit with gloves walked away.
He never forgot that day. No matter what happened, it was glued to his memory, stuck and couldn't be unstuck. When he got home he went to his mom and said "Earlier today mom.." and his mom looked up. She has been living for twenty five years now so she still looked young and Billy said "Today I heard some words in the street right behind me…" His mother said "Well that happens all the time." And Billy continued "No one was there and it felt as if there was a hand on my shoulder." And Billy's mom seemed normal still "That son of a bitch came back." And Billy said "Daddy?" and his mother nodded. Billy then said "He said 'tell your mother I'll be home in two months'" Then his mom said "This has happened before with your brothers. You remember when we have 'guests' over?" and Billy nodded and his mom continued "Do you remember Mr. Jacques?" and Billy nodded and his mom said casually "He's your father." Then Billy remembered the man he wore sharp suits, smoked a lot and spoke French with his mother the most. And he was his father.