Me, leaving the house during the first morning light. The coat’s collar up, hands in pockets. It is so cold you can see my breath. A busy day in the office ahead of me. She asked me to move in with her and her son.

Me, at the bar downtown during happy hour. I am wearing my new red blouse. Co-workers are cheering for my promotion to Assistant Controller. I wish my parents had allowed me to pursue that arts degree.

Me, standing bare-chested in our living room. You can see our tattoos that we got together. My wife next to me; hand in hand. Last year we lost our baby. We are trying again.

Me, sitting at the dinner table with five friends. Glasses are raised. Cheering. Is he going to drink too much again tonight?

Me, sitting in front of that cabin I always dreamed to build. Dusk. I look sweaty, exhausted and happy. The light in the small kitchen window shines yellow light. You can see silhouette of the love of my life. She is waving at me.

Me, standing in the kitchen with my left hand on the hip. You can see the weight of the last days around my eyes even though I am forcing a smile. I am uncertain. All my plans shattered and I am trying to pick up the pieces without success. It is grandma’s birthday and she is about to cut the cake.