One thing that never dies

on a backwards loop however. As it continues I go farther and farther back until I'm a child at the age of 3. I'm sitting at the largest grand piano I've ever seen before next to my mother wh

hop down quickly from beside mom and go hurriedly into the dining room. My father stands beside two other men I somehow faintly recognize. They are discussing war patterns and I play with a tiny bouncing ball while they talk and follow them into my fathers office. I hear words of war and boundaries along the territory but then much stranger, talk of protection. My fath