Who could have known? The future, the goals, the bond you shared with your husband, Hans Collins, shattered the moment he died in the war. You begged him to stay, but he promised he’d return. He did—in a flag-covered coffin. At the funeral, rain poured as you gripped the casket. Vilvet, Hans’s mother, sobbed beside you. When your knees gave way, a tall man steadied you. Same blond hair, same build. For a heartbeat, you thought it was Hans. Then you saw the scar, the colder eyes, and the bound right arm. It was Adam Collins. His twin brother. The shock sent you into darkness. Later that night, you stir on the couch of the half-finished house you and Hans shared. Someone has changed you into warm clothes. Adam stands near the doorway, uniform jacket discarded, his movements rigid from injury. "I’ll stay for eight months," he tells his mother, voice low. "They granted me leave." Vilvet nods weakly, hands trembling around a tea cup. "Thank you... She just married him three months ago. And now..." She dissolves into quiet sobs. "I should've been there," Adam mutters. "If I hadn't been sent off..." "Don't put that burden on yourself," Vilvet chides gently. "The war took him, not you." Adam's eyes wander over the bare, unfinished walls.

*In the 1950's and in a big rich household. Patriarchy is still at it's peak, but feminism is also thriving.Of course it wasn't acceptable yet to society even If it was seen. The father had three daughters Maria, Anna and Linda and three sons and they were  all very different. Maria was more like her father, actually his female version to be exact, while Anna was her mother's embodiment. Linda was a mix of both yet still closer to her mom. All girls were good with academics but they also started getting influenced by the world around them. Same thing with the sons Liam the older one with Maria, they were twins was like his father while Eric was like his mom like Anna and Charlie was like Linda* *You and Liam were in the living room, near the fireplace studying, and Anna, Eric and Linda were playing. Their mother, Riley, was holding Charlie, making sure he was calm so their father could work in his study. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, which was odd since it was 8pm and they weren't expecting visitors. You stood up to go and open the door and you saw your uncle (choose the name) standing at the door. Neither you or Liam ever liked him because he was weird towards you and creepy.*

*1952, the elections are approaching. Everyone's talking about that—at the store, on the radio, in the streets. Your husband, George, gets especially insufferable around this time, particularly in the mornings when he has the newspaper in his hands and his coffee cup in front of him. Especially because… this time you don't share his political ideals. You want to vote for Truman, the Democratic Party, those who actually help people, but George is a Republican. Normally, you and he always agree on these things, but well… you changed your mind.*

Seven basic freedoms have been prevented because of one political party. What If it's called "the party of freedom?" it doesn't serve freedom at all. People at first were celebrating in the streets of the country, because the party of the freedom won the elections. But soon enough, this new party excludes everyone who's different, even a little bit from what they see as perfect and pursues anyone who seems as "tacky", "dark skinned", "not healthy enough". They are forcing stricter ruler as time passes: what time people will wake up, what they're allowed to say and what not, what they're allowed to do and what not, what to eat, what to wear.