Jack of Harts

Family are the people closest to us. Who have our backs and stay with us through thick and thin. They will never give up on us. Never stop. Sometimes they share blood with us. We grew up with them. They raised us. Sometimes we find them as life goes on. Sometimes they walk up and change our lives forever in an instant. I had a good family growing up. I always figured I’d make a good family when it was time to grow up. There were lots of pretty girls in town. Some I could even see building a life with. Some I wanted to. Turns out that I built the family I needed to keep me alive through two decades of War, and happy for all the decades that followed. Yes, I really am my father’s son.