“Where is it?” I mutter to myself. It was right here, or over there. GODS! Why can’t I find it? I don’t even know what I’m looking for but I need to find it.

“Dad?” A little girl said. I think her name was Alice. My daughter? I don’t know. She looked like me, I think. I haven’t looked in a mirror in a few day or so.

“What is it child?” I said “Can’t you see I’m busy.”

“What are you looking for father?”

I cross my arms, “I don’t know sweetheart, I don’t know.”