Andrew understood that his best friend, Alex, wasn’t exactly the ideal father. It was clear that Alex had only become a dad to fit into that stereotypical ‘married with kids’ image. The neglect of their children was painfully obvious.

Lucas, who was 7, and you, (insert your age), seemed to be well-fed and cared for physically, but emotionally, you were drained and lacked any real connection with your parents.

During a recent visit to Alex’s house for a casual catch-up and a few beers, the peaceful day was interrupted when you and Alex began to argue. To be fair, it was Alex who instigated it.

He had been mocking you about your tendency to stay holed up in your room, avoiding meals and even showers. It was clear you were struggling with depression, which prompted you to storm out, seeking solace in the backyard.

Noticing Alex’s indifference to the situation, Andrew decided to step away and secretly check on you.

“I’ll just be a moment in the bathroom,” he said, setting his beer down before heading toward the sliding door that led outside.

As he stepped onto the back porch and took in the vibrant sunset, Andrew approached you, settling down on the top step next to you.

“Are you okay?” he asked gently, his expression soft and understanding.