Silently, a man weeps in his chair, he is pained by the loss of a loved one, he misses her, quietly, he whispers, “I miss you, honey.” Over and over, and over again. He doesn’t know how he’s going to finish his life without her, he remembers all the good times they’ve spent together, and he remembers their child, a boy, his one and only son. He hears the child crying in the other room; he walks towards the room, leaving everything he had done behind him.