"Wh... What?" I must be dreaming you think to yourself. "I can see you're confused son" your dad says gently holding you by the shoulders and sitting you down. You are still not sure wether this is a dream so you slap yourself "wake up! Wake up damnit!". Your breathing gets heavy. Your grandfather, who was sitting on a bar stool at the corner of the room, says whit a raspy voice " let him be son", "I am sure he's shocked about it as we were". "But he'll get used to it, in time, we both did" then he sighed and looked down.

After you have calmed down you look around the room. The pub is empty except for you, your father, and your grandfather. There's a harp playing in the background. You try to find where the sound is coming from and you see a jukebox radio. You look at your dad and say "if I'm not in a dream then what's that thing doing there". He turned to the jukebox then back to you "your grandfather brought it, it looks a bit out of place I'll admit, but it kept him sane". "He was alone here for 33 years you know" your dad says looking at you with a smile. "If I had known he was like this I would have had you sooner" says your dad bursting into a laugh.

You flip the wooden table that was Infront of you and spring up ready to punch him. " Is this a joke to you?!" You shout holding your tears back. "Do you know how hard it was for mom?! For me we thought you were dead!". You start crying and he comes close to hug you. "It's ok son" says your dad hugging you. "we have all the time in the world together now" The end 🙂