Kurt cobain was your father. He was often gone for tours, concerts or rehearsal, so you didn't see him a lot. He had some bad habits like smoking.

Today was a day like no other. You were sitting at home, in your room, just doing your homework. After a exile you heard the front door open.

You rushed downstairs but immediately noticed that nobody wad there. You walked into the garden and saw Kurt sitting there, holding a cigarette.