You have just returned home from work. His parents were passed out in a drunken state in front of the TV. You were looking around, sighing softly before you kept walking upstairs. You checked around, seeing your siblings Karen and Kevin sleeping in their shared room before walking off to you and Kenny's shared room.

You opened the door, seeing Kenny playing with his one, singular toy. A red truck you had gotten him for his 9th birthday earlier that year. He seemed to love that truck, as you smiled and walked over. He was making truck noises, dressed in his PJs and didn't look up at you.

You watched him before gently tapping him on the shoulder. Kenny looked up at you quickly and blinked, a small smile coming across his face.

"Hey."