Maybe, almost everyone in this world has his own secrets to keep. Someone does not know the whole truth about another. We do not know everything about something, nor is it a must to do so. Most of the time, people keep secrets to save his own, or another's reputation; like me.

This was what I thought as I circumnavigated our living room for several times. I was a very problematic sight, my right hand held the cigarette, my left in my pocket and my chin on my chest. My wife followed me with her sight over the handkerchief she was stitching.

"Dear, are you thinking about that again?" she broke the silence which hung over us.

"Of course, Liz, it's pretty bothering." I raised the cigarette to my lips then puffed.

Our daughter popped out of the dining room. She looked at me then to her mother.

"Are you going to school, Alex?" I asked, picking my daughter up.

"Yes Daddy." She turned to Liz, "Are you fighting?"

"No darling, Daddy and I are just talking about something."

"All right, I must be going." I put her down then she kissed her mother and I then bade goodbye.

I could remember when I used to be in Alex's place. I would eat my breakfast then bid my parents goodbye, if Father is there, he would pick me up, just how I did with Alex, and kiss me.

"We must go, Ralph." Liz said, breaking my thoughts.

"What?"

"I'm going with you."

"It's cold outside. What are you saying, by the way?"

"You know, it's open to the public, everybody can go, and of course, you can go there too. Most of them do not even know him personally, but you, you know him more than personally."

I sat beside my wife. She embraced me tightly. I looked at the cigarette in my hand, Liz noticed it then smiled. She wrapped her hand around my wrist which held the cigarette.

"You got that habit from him, didn't you?" she asked.

I smiled and nodded.

We sat together like that for a long time until I stood up. "I'm eating breakfast." I said.

"I sometimes think it funny that you smoke before eating. Smoking is your priority than eating." She said grinning.

"It's some kind of, um, invigorating." I replied.

Liz chuckled.

I strode to the dining room. The newspaper was on the table, a page folded to a boat. Alexandra surely did that. I picked the miniature boat up. My daughter did not seem to be the one who did it. As I looked at it, the boat seemed to be made by him. The folds were exactly how he taught me. I unfolded the boat then flattened it on the table in front of me. It was the page where the article about him was printed, I have read it.

I stood up and smoked in front of the window. I scanned the snowing outdoors. There were children playing snowball fights. War must be in everyone's blood, but in his whole life with me, he always sought halcyon.

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As a matter of fact, I did not eat. I just rushed upstairs then put on my winter clothes and went downstairs. I hurried outside. Something compelled me to walk, though it's a little bit far from our house.

I never looked up as I walked. I content myself looking on the snowy path beneath my feet. Two men passed by me, they were talking about that too. The event spread like wildfire in the snowy season. There were articles, announcements and rumors. People from different states in life flocked towards its direction, some of them in fancy cars while others on foot. Everyone who passes by seems to be talking about that. I slowed down. Why am I in such a hurry? I thought.

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