Stan lived in a cottage, it wasn't that big, neither was it too small, it was just right and homely.

We got into his bedroom and he asked me to keep myself busy with his video games.

And I don't like playing that, maybe because I am the only child that why.

I was just steated Inside his room when a photo frame on the bookshelf gets my attention.

I went to it with my horns our and saw it was a photo of a woman and a man with a boy beside them.

They wore a strange clothes and I felt so odd seeing them.

I looked a little...