Luna

Prologue

I feel like it was only yesterday, dad's funeral. There were so many people I didn't know. Relatives, army buddies, old family friends. I was only 6 back then, so I guess it's surprising that I knew anyone at all. I know this sounds cruel, but I think Charlie is lucky he doesn't remember dad. He was only 2, why would he remember? He doesn't have to remember his funeral every time a friend mentions their dad. He doesn't have to remember what he was like any time someone says "I'm sorry for your loss" or "your father was a great man". He just remembers that his dad is dead and that he never knew him because of it. Be doesn't have to live with so much pain. But I do.

I remember everything. I remember dad carrying me to bed and reading me stories every day. I remember him playing with my toes and singing funny songs. I remember him making me breakfast and feeding Charlie baby food. I remember mom and dad yelling at each other. I remember the day he talked to me for a while about going away and he told me to take good care of Charlie when he was gone. I remember the way his voice kept catching and going raspy at times as if he were about to cry. I remember him kissing me on the forehead when he left. I remember writing letters back and forth every day until one day they stopped coming back. I remember the day the doorbell rang and the old man with a weird uniform was standing there. I remember mom crying so hard she fell to the floor. I remember everything. I wish I didn't.

*Hi! Just wanted to let you know that this part has been edited and will be updated fairly soon 💙 ~Luna*