i lost you when i was eleven and i felt i needed you most,
i remember coming into the cottage with my brother's and sister's, and the place was busy with officer's and airmen,
everyone telling us how sorry they were for our loss.
i didn't understand, what was happening? why were they here?
that's when i saw her, my mother, sitting by the fire, my six month old brother in her arm's.
i went to speak to her but saw in her eye's that she was not really there. she was lost to all this comotion, emotionless and vacant.
that's when i realized dad wasn't coming home to us again.