Luka Glynn's POV : 

Aside from the usual stories he recited to me at my bed time, Father would sometimes just start talking to himself whenever he thinks I’ve fallen asleep.

Well usually, I just sleep and let him do his thing. But last night was different. It was the first time he talked about his past.

His voice kept resonating in my head all night long.

Today marked my fourth birthday, usually it was just me, my mother and my father but this time neighbors came along. each one holding a present for me.

“He has grown a lot, kushu kushu kushu” 

These grown ups with their goofy baby noises imitations. ugh! 

Suddenly I felt disturbance in the air, my senses tingling, urging me to flee.

“HOW CUTE” A growl came from outside the door.

A gigantic beast of a woman walked in approaching me as I clutched my mother’s hand with both my arms.

She was enormous, much larger than Gav. Her figure built like a tank, contained the most refined muscles I’ve seen till now. Her face was sharp, with jawlines so refined.

Her long curly hair cascaded down her back while also covering half her forehead.

You know? You see my mother and think this town has the prettiest women. But then, boom!  Big Bertha the goliath storms in like a bull.

But I later realized how friendly she was, she worked at a renowned blacksmith shop in the town’s center.

“Yo Gav ! Thank god your boy got his face after your wife.”  shouted a bald, muscular man.

“Yeah ! at least he won’t have it rough with the women like his daddy” A skinny guy followed.

Ahaha they made a really weird duo. Quite funny though ! 

“Well, You say that but look what I pulled, you bastards” said Gavin as he held Ada close to his chest.

I could see the confused look on her face, she didn’t know whether to feel flattered or angry.

I really hated how they talked about my father, even though they were joking.

But sure damn they were right!!!!

As I stood in front of the sunlit window glass, my reflection greeted me with clarity; “Hello there my name is Luka, Lu for short! I have a round little head decorated with my mother’s wavy dark hair, along with her red eyes. A combo that would make all women weak at the knees.

I had my father's nose,though. Well it’s just the nose but I would give him credit just so he doesn't feel left out.