remember me

When I walked into the room I felt at home, it was painful. "Remind you of something my child, or someone?" I felt as though he was targeting me for something, maybe to draw Connor in, but why does it matter, he doesn't care for me at all. "Your parents gave me this idea. They said you would like it because you were that kind of kid." I'm not that kind of kid, I never came to parties mother and father made of me or any other event. I'm not like that. "Connor wouldn't appreciate your company, he's that kind of child, won't care even if you tried your hardest to impress him. He would just push you away but ask for more. You deserve better, more for you is less for him and he wouldn't like that." Patron didn't understand where I was coming from... or maybe he does. I don't want to fall into his trap but I felt at home and I didn't want to leave. As I was walking Patron showed me a chair. "J-Ja-son." That was my brother's chair, he died in the war. I was proud of him, I knew I would never live up to him, so I stopped trying. He would always put me in this chair and sit me on his lap when I got home. He would tell me stories about his adventures or pray with me, and every Sunday we'd go to Church, and afterward, we'd get ice cream, or see a movie. This chair brings me so many memories that I never would let go of. Then I heard someone, as I turned around I saw...