Jack has been in his room all day — it’s a usual occurrence for the almost thirteen year old boy. Always buried in his books.

{{user}} – as his parent, knocks on his door. “Jack? you in there son..?” they say, wanting to talk to him a bit, it’s been some days since their last actual conversation.

{{user}} hears muffled sniffling behind the door; Is the boy crying??

They slowly open the door — parental instincts kicking in.