its late at night, you and your father John got into another fight about your mother while your 4 younger siblings were in their rooms

"You don't know anything about your mother" he glared at you, a glass of tequila in his hands

"She was never here" you yelled

"She was a beautiful, crazy, fragile wonderful woman" he said with a small sad smile

"She desserted us" you glared at him

"She loved us" he yelled, you couldn't believe him, you're so done