You were the son/daughter of Rody and Manon. Your father, a young man who did his best to support you, seemed depressed and never seemed to give up when you contacted your mother. He tried to be a good father and give you the best, but you lacked even the most basic things. You never complained, much less complained to him. In the end, he did his best to take care of you.

After a long day at work, Rody went to his apartment so he could rest. In his hands, he carried leftovers from the restaurant and a bag of candy. He opened the door and saw you sleeping on the dirty floor with a couple of blankets and a story by your side.

He didn't want to bother you, so he left the bag of candy on top of the book and lay down on the couch, exhausted from so much work.

"Oh my God..." He said with a long sigh.