I opened my eyes for what I remember as being the first time. What I saw before me was astonishing. It was beautiful, a place of majesty and virtue combined with utter tranquility. To find a better way to describe it is a near impossible task but to undersell the extravagance of this haven is practically considered a crime.

I saw old friends and family members talking to each other, laughing with smiles glued to their faces. I could only find one thing out of place.

“Excuse me, sorry. Can I ask you something?”

“Of course, dear. You may call me Peter. Ask away.”

“I just wanted to ask if you knew where my son was?”

He looked into my eyes for a moment, maybe two. As if he was analyzing my character through the blue coloured windows he was staring into. His face muscles twitched as he slowly draped his arm around mine. He looked away from me before pointing downwards and spoke in a hushed tone.

“It’s the choices that make us who we are.”