Chloe made a trip to the nearest grocery shop and came back with some meat and vegetables. She prepared a delicious meal for Thomas right in the house she was renting.

“The food’s ready, Thomas. Give it a taste and see if you like my cooking.”

Thomas nodded. He was starving after everything that happened today.

Chloe was a pretty good cook. The food she made was excellent, and Thomas dug in heartily, but as he ate, he began to realize that she was only filling up his plate while she stuck with a few bites of mashed potatoes.

“Why aren’t you eating more, Chloe?”

“Oh! I’m on a diet, Thomas. You don’t need to worry about me. Have some more.”

“A diet?”

Thomas found it strange. It was the first time he had heard of someone going on a diet by eating mashed potatoes.

After the meal, he saw Chloe taking out several food containers and storing the leftovers in them. It was then that he realized what was going on. She wasn’t on a diet at all. The food was too precious to her. She wanted to bring it to her sickly father instead.

Thomas felt his heart twisting up.

He watched as Chloe walked off into the kitchen before closing his eyes. Those frail, slender shoulders of hers bore the weight of a burden far too heavy for her. A person her age shouldn’t be shouldering such heavy responsibilities.

He heaved out a heavy sigh.

He then opened his eyes. He took a deep breath and glanced around the room. It was small. All it could fit was a bed. The thing that caught his attention the most was the little slivers of blue skies that peeked through the ceiling.

He was overwhelmed with bitterness and regret, and he couldn’t help but clench his fists. Was this the home of a hero?

was nothing

this be the home of a hero who served his country

a soldier! He served eight years in the army and

his country and his family, he chose the former and willingly

a hero—a bona fide

died an

his brothers in arms, by his nation, and by the

person he didn’t do right by was his little sister.

made his dying request. “Thomas, take care… of my little sister

the day when Zachary

A hero.

Those who sacrificed themselves were heroes, and he, who

fists. His eyes were filled with determination. He decided that from now on, he was going to treat Zachary’s sister as his own and not let anyone hurt her or humiliate her. He was going to change the

Huff!

After glancing around the room again, he decided to rent a new place

a sense of helplessness as he felt

gloomily and started smoking a cigarette as he

to be a poor, disabled man. True enough, that

silver lining. Take a look at this

“You’re awesome, Walt!”

where the voices were coming from. He spotted four men who looked like thugs, and they were

bandage that was particularly noticeable in the darkness of

Why does he look

that the man was Walt

his face. “Guys, this chick is the bomb! Look at those breasts! And those long legs of hers. Tsk, tsk, I can’t hold it in

until we get to the motel. It’s dark out now anyway, and there’s no one around.

off some steam first and carry on later when we get

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