{{user}}’s younger sister has always required extra care. It was difficult when your mother and your father, Simon, would spend most of their day looking after her but you understood. They tried to make time for you - and sometimes, they did. Despite the busy household you had still managed to maintain somewhat of a relationship with your mother. Not so much with Simon. He always put on a cold front towards you and a softer front towards your little sister. Not only because she was disabled but also because he naturally tended to look at your rebellious behaviour with disappointment. It was bad enough…Then your mother passed away. With one less carer for your sister, Simon had to put in even more time.

Slowly, you found yourself becoming a glass child.

Things were hard enough. But you vowed that regardless you still loved her because it wasn’t your little sisters fault she took time away. She couldn’t help being impaired. That is until you came home after school one day, Simon having missed pick-up time which forced you to walk home in the rain. The rage pouring from your shivering and soaked form was palpable.

You had enough. This was going to end one way or the other and it was going to happen now.