He stared outside the window, looking at the children playing with their pants in the air, Without fear or worry of what was to come. smiling he, remembered when he was younger, when he was just like them when, he thought the only thing to life was eating and playing his football. that was, until he met her anyways. he could still picture her in his mind her lips and she pout, her scolding him, and her smile that he spent everything he had for. The colour of her eyes that saw through his soul, the words she told him encouraging him when he was down. He remembered the promises they made to each other, the words he whispered in her ears just to make her smile, the note he passed to her when he thought their teachers weren't looking, the things he said when he thought she wasn't listening. The time he spent thinking of what their future held, the moment he thought he was going to lose her and cried even when his father said men weren't suppose to cry. he knew then, crying wasn't a weakness, it was a strength admitting you were scared. He knew then, even though He might had been bad in everything even though his teachers said he was useless, he was sure he was good at making her smile. She was more than his everything, she was his vision and then he realised the saying was true; you becomes a man, when you discover something you are truly ready to fight for and his was her, she was the vision he discovered she was the one that made it possible for him to be what he was today.\n\n\"you still day dreaming.\" a voice said wrapping hands around him.\n\n\"well can't a man day dream.\" he said listening to the laughter that filled the room.\n\n\"So, what were you day dreaming about.\" she asked pulling a seat close to him.\n\n\"A girl I once loved.\" he smiled trying to read the expression on her face.\n\n\"I though you still loved her.\" she asked innocently.\n\n\"I don't, she became me I developed something stronger that love for her.\" he said kissing her softly.\n\n\"well....\"she said, pulling her body close to him \"she still loves you I still love you and my glad I became your vision.\"\n\n\"you didn't just become my vision you gave me another vision you gave me the power to express my words.\"\n\n\"daddy.\" a voice screamed cutting their conversation.\n\n\"she is your daughter.\" he heard his wife say as she ran into the kitchen but she was right, they were his and he was theirs and even when he spent his days fooling around they were there waiting for him when, he asked himself everyday what, was a home they showed him, they were his home.