I stare at the picture, at the happy family of three. I feel mirthless laughter bubbling up inside me, like the froth of something that's left too long on the stove to boil. This is how I used to be. No, not me. That isn't me. It never was. It almost intrigues me how stupid and naïve this man was. I'm glad he doesn't exist anymore.

A/N: Yeah, I don't know. I wrote it a while ago and had it lying around my computer. Sweeney's obviously not mine.