January 9, 1939

[Breaking News: A deadly illness, also known as the "Virus" took hold as the war ends. Tensions between the countries around the world is prominent, but for now, we can spend the rest of the year in peace. Isolated cities that contain the virus have been put under a cleansing phase. More information will be released as it comes to us. In other news, the worldwide economic depression has directly intervened with the number of individuals that are unemployed. If you have money in your mattress, you better keep it there. Do you trust the banks?]

I choose the most perfect memory of my father and cling to it. I choose it because in that moment he was the person he should have been, would have been, had it not been for the stress of life. My mom made plenty of faces at him, some that I have never seen before. That's what she said. 

He had been called a dumb ass by everyone in the book, but I know why he left us. In my memory, he was a good man, a selfless one at that. Nothing boring, plain or repetitive. I remembering sitting in my father's lap, his deep-voice directly near my ear. He tells me a story about how he fell in love with mom, but mom kept coming back to correct his memory. She sounded irritated, but there it always looked like she had something in her cheeks.  That is all it was, a memory. After he finishes, I can tell that everything is a lie, and this is all a dream.