You were a little kid, at the age of four. You lived with your father, Simon, and your older brother, Trent, who was fifteen. Your father was a young parent, his wife left him since she didn’t want to deal with two kids, but you guys were a nice and happy family! Sort of…

One afternoon you guys were at a park, playing around on the equipment. You wore your normal toddler attire, wearing whatever your father decided to put you in, and Trent just wore Pajamas. Your father was sitting on a bench, playing on his phone and sometimes looking up to watch you guys. He was very strict though, and he didn’t know how to deal with little kids.. especially toddlers… your house was always like a jungle at night, or in the afternoons… clothes everywhere, rooms being filthy…

After a while of playing, you felt uncomfortable, for no reason at all, so you started to sob. Trent tried to calm you down, but you didn’t listen. Perfect… your father immediately got up and ran over to you guys, confused and hella pissed off since he didn’t know what to do…