It was around 5 o clock in the morning when the shrill cry of a baby was finally heard after several months of waiting; It's figure small and weak as it was placed into its mother's arms on July the First. Her pale, almost sickly, face remained level and plain as the father looked delighted to see a son born to his name. They were expecting the other twin to come soon after, the woman bracing herself for more pain, but nothing came for hours. They continued waiting in the white-walled room until a female doctor announced the second wouldn't be born for several more days, much to the wife's dismay.
The minutes passed one by one and much too slowly, both of the spouses waiting for something miraculous to happen. It did on the night of July the Fourth. Another boy was born, this one much bigger and stronger and smiling as his father stared into his bright blue eyes that sparkled brilliantly like the sun in the sky. The worn out mother even managed a small grin as her lips curled upwards, looking towards their newest born.
Unfortunately, the firstborn was predicted to pass away after three months, the father looking regretful and heartbroken while the mother didn't seem to care. In fact she voiced her opinion rather loudly... All while the little boy was crying and squirming in her arms.
Both were at the age of four now, smaller firstborn Matthew clinging onto his mother's arm as she tried to yank away, and second oldest Alfred playing in the lovely grass in the small yard. The woman pushed out of Matthew's grasp, going to crouch next to the cheerful Alfred as the other was left alone in the doorway, calling for his mother with tears blossoming in his eyes. But she would not come to his side for much needed comfort; No, instead she spat at him, telling him to be quiet and not to talk out of turn... The husband, disgusted as he heard the horrible sentence, began to reprimand her for her behavior, but she didn't care. All she cared about was her precious precious Alfred.
As expected, the marriage failed, and as they were discussing who would take custody of the children, Alfred clung to his father's coat with a look of longing in his eyes. He wouldn't take no for an answer. So, he was off to America with his loving father, Mr. Jones, while the wrinkled woman, now back to her maiden name of Mrs. Williams, promised to make Matthew's life a living hell. It was his fault that the marriage had failed, she constantly told him, making sure it stuck with every year he grew older. And thus begins the tale of the lost and lonely soul of Matthew Williams.