Prolouge
I remember my childhood as a kid. My mother raised me to become the man of the house as she recalls. I never had a dad that was able to watch over her, so she calls me the man. My mother tells me stories of how she met her husband, but everytime she tells me the story, I feel like there's more to it. I knew that some of her stories had sprinkles of lies to it. There had to be something more than what she told me.