I sighed softly, watching the doors close behind him. Now that I was alone, my mind just began to wonder through the past - going through my life with my mother. I remembered asking her why she left, why she hadn't stayed and let us be a family. She never liked talking about it and she hated when I brought it up, yet I was just looking for answers.

I bit my lip, looking over my shoulder as I heard my fathers voice. As my eyes landed on him, he told me we needed to talk - yet we couldn't talk here. I sighed softly, slowly nodding that I understood. I was curious, wanting to know what he wanted to talk about that couldn't be talked about now.

I easily followed after him, keeping up with him without any real issue. I could sense that something was up, like he was arguing with himself. I just wish I knew right now what he wanted to talk about. But I guess I would find out when we got to wherever he was taking us.

I followed him to the building, having to stay rather close to him so I could hear him. I sighed softly, slowly looking down as he spoke. "Do you ever think maybe thats why my mother never asked you to come? That maybe that's why she left and never told you about me besides in that letter?" I asked softly.

I remembered my mother saying that the army was very important to my father and that she felt he wouldn't leave. "I remember her saying that's why she never told you, because of how you felt about the army - that you probably wouldn't leave to raise me." I added softly, slowly looking up at him.

"When I was younger, every night before bed I'd sit by the window for hours and wait - hoping that one day...you'd come over the hill and I'd actually have an actual family like all my friends did. But it never happened, it was always just me and her. She said the army was more important to you than anything else." I muttered.

I slowly met his eyes, sighing softly as I felt tears stinging the back of my eyes. "I guess maybe she was right, maybe the army is important to you - more than your family. For once in my life, I thought I was actually going to have a relationship with someone I haven't had in my entire life." I whispered softly.

"The choice is yours, not mine. I mean, you made your choice nineteen years ago. Now its just me and not my mother - I mean honestly, you hurt her when you didn't try to find her." I whispered softly, studying him a moment. Was I important enough to him to leave the army?