The birds begin their daily routine of singing love songs to each other outside Fynn’s window. Most mornings this would not wake him up, but this morning is different because instead of just hearing the birds, he hears the doorbell ring and the front door open. As the morning dew battles the warmth of the rising sun, Fynn can see the light seeping through the blinds, illuminating the wildlife-painted mural his mother painted him above his head. She likes to make sure that his opinion is always accounted for, so naturally he helped pick out the colors used. He has always loved the outdoors, something him and his mother bonded over frequently. Fynn and his mother Emma would spend hours walking on nature trails examining all the different species of plants and wildlife. That same blinding light that shines above him makes Fynn get out of his twin size bed that is just a little too small for him. He will not ask for a new bed because he knows they cannot afford it. His parents do not know, but Fynn saw financial paperwork on his father’s desk about filing for bankruptcy. His parents will not let on that they do not have new bed money. Because Fynn does not always want to make small talk with his father or older brother Luca, he does not usually get out of bed until he smells breakfast cooking. Fynn knew he had never been his father’s favorite because Fynn was not the athletic type like Luca; nevertheless, they were always peaceful. Fynn knows that on weekends, they do not usually have visitors, so he gets up to go see who is at the door. When Fynn opened his bedroom door he knew something was wrong as Luca was blocking the entryway from their bedrooms to the kitchen. Fynn could not see what was happening in the kitchen nor the living room, but he could see his brother’s face. Although Luca is captain of the wrestling team and is not known to be the emotional type there are tears running down his face. Luca is persistent that Fynn should go back to his room, but Fynn pushed his way through anyway. Two steps into the kitchen Fynn stops in his tracks, and in that moment, all he could do was watch. Near the front door is a handful of paramedics, a gurney, and his father. It turns out his emotionless brother was not the only one crying. His father, whom Fynn has seen cry only once, had tears running down his cheeks. The medical team made their way into the master bedroom, and that is when Fynn knew his mom was in trouble. Fynn started running towards the master bedroom, but his father caught him just before he sprinted through the door. His mother’s lifeless body was being lifted off the king size bed and placed onto the gurney; Fynn felt like he could not breathe. He had only seen one other dead person before, but he knew that expression. She was gone. His mother was gone.