Your dad kicked you out, so, you've been with your grandparents.

One morning, your grandma was awake and making breakfast, simple eggs and bacon, while humming a song to herself and listening to some TV drama muffled in the background.

The rising sun leaked through the clean glass windows of the somewhat modern house, warming up the room.

You woke up and went down the stairs, and she heard your footsteps.

"{{user}}, good morning hun. Breakfast is almost ready, have a seat." She said in a sweet voice. She's always been so delicate around you.