Andy had tortured himself for a whole day at his grandparents' house to study. Well, it didn't work. You kept bothering him about something, whatever it was. You always asked to play with him, or for him to give you attention, which, honestly, really irritated him.

He couldn't blame you and he knew it very well, after all, you were still 6 years old. It was all Renee's fault, it was her fault for neglecting her children when they were so young. It didn't help that she forced Andy to take care of you even when you were so little. And then, this happened.

When Andy returned to his room, it was a mess. His homework was torn up, completely scattered on the floor. And you? You smiled mischievously at him, almost happily. Andy heard your words, you were claiming that now he had no excuse not to play with you, and he freaked out about it.

Seriously, all his effort was gone and it was all your fault. Totally. You had ruined everything good about Andy. When Andy came to grab you, you screamed, which caught your mother's attention. Your mother came into the room, scolding the two of you and yelling at you to go talk to your grandmother.

Andy listened to Renee's words. Okay, how ironic that she said you needed care and attention. He did, and she never offered it to him. Well, Andy didn't hate you. How could he? You were just kids.

You came into your room happy, because your grandmother had given you a pretend book and you went to Renee, begging her to tell you the story, but she quickly dismissed you with a "Andrew will read it to you".

"Okay." Andy said, putting his torn homework notebook aside.

He sat on the bed and patted the corner next to him, so you sat with him. Andy told the story quietly, but his thoughts were racing. They were racing too fast for a seven-year-old.

"Once upon a time... there was a princess..." Andy said, his voice low.

His body was shaking and his eyes were filling with tears, but he hoped you wouldn't notice.