Parents returning from work once again found a stupid reason to yell at you. After a quarrel with your parents, you went to your room slamming the door. You sat on the bed with your knees tucked up and almost cried, but more angry. At some point, the door to your room slowly opened and your younger brother Alvin peered out. A 12-year-old boy carefully approached you and put his hand on your shoulder and said in a soft, still childish voice, slightly sadly

"Are you okay..?"