The Happy Boxes don’t really show anything. I think it’s just vivid colors flashing to make your brain feel happy or relaxed, or something.

That doesn’t mean the colors don’t remind you of people you know or knew, or of things that make you happy. Sometimes I feel like I just saw people on the screen, but I’m pretty sure that’s just me.

Well, it was usually the parents who took care of their children’s education. And if they couldn’t do it for some reason or another, the other adults would teach them what they know. We have some books, too. They’re pretty helpful.

Hey man, it’s not called “Secret” Thief Technique for nothing, you know! I guess my dad won’t tell me what’s so “secret” about it anyway. Sorry.

I think I already answered this question once, and I don’t feel that comfortable talking about it anyway, so here. I just found an old drawing I made back then. I thought I could share…

No, of course not. He might have been really strict and cruel to me at times, but he’s still my father, so you know, he took care of me. I’m very grateful to have a father like him, because he taught me everything I know, and I’d probably be nothing without him.

We have a bunch of color codes like that with my dad… Believe it or not, but Boney is a lot faster than those carrier pigeons.

And he’s less stupid!

Oh, thank you. You like him too? I named him Wess Junior… But don’t tell anyone, okay?

He does a lot of embarassing things, I tell ya! But this is one of his worst moments.

I don’t know. I just can’t remember what happened to her. To be honest, I only have few memories of her. Most of them are happy ones. But when I try to think about them, it’s like my mind gets all blurry and I can’t even remember exactly what she looked like.

My father doesn’t seem to know either. When I ask him he just gives vague answers, and he tries to look as if he knew, but I’m pretty sure he has no idea what happened to her either.

Here we go.

“When you don’t know what to do, dance.” My dad used to tell me that.