June 1954

It wasn't supposed to turn out like this.

Maybe I should have listened to Charles and the woes from all the others. Why did I ever put so much blind faith in myself? Perhaps I should have listened to that little voice in the back of my head telling me that it was a bad idea, I wasn't ready for any of this.

Sometimes these thoughts are the only things in my mind. Especially after days or weeks when things are going rough.

But this week will be different. I promised myself to put aside all my worries. I'd look for that job next week.

Starting today it would just be me, dad, and Erica. I'd devote my time to them and nothing else. That's what I told myself coming home from the diner, holding on to my last paycheck.

And so what if things always seemed to only get more difficult? Erica will always have me, and I know my father will always have my back. The three of us in it together, a small, but happy and inseparable family.

That's what I told myself...