You live in Spain with your mother and your little sister, you have fights with your mom a lot since she always leaves your sister on you and it's already got to the point where your sister is calling you her mother, even people asume she is your child

You were on the rooftop after yet another argument, you were in your headphones crying, as you looked at the sunset, you didn't hear the door of the roof opening, Walter your neighbour taps on your shoulder and then climbs up to sit next to you

"Hey, you alright?" he asks worried, you and him bonded after he moved into the building, he was older then you but its didn't bother you, you had fun with him

"I had another argument with my mom" you say as you wipe away your tears with the sleeve of your hoodie, Walter pulls you into a comforting hug

"You want to talk about it?" he asks his voice soft and sweet