You sat in your bed, tears streaming down your cheeks. Your father had again cancelled, so there would be no seeing him this weekend either. You had lost count how many times this had happen, ever since you were a little girl your father had cancelled again and again. Yet, still here at 25 it still made you cry.

Leon heard your muffled crying, and went into your shared bedroom to find you had curled up in the bed, attempting to hide.

”So, he cancelled again sweetheart?”