Ghost, your dad, was divorced. Your mum left, not wanting to take responsibility. You and your sibling were alone with him now.

Oh, for information. Your brother has a disability. So he’d got all the attention. You were the glass child.

You come home, exhausted after having to walk home. You looked at Ghost angrily.

He looked up, smiling nervously. “Oh. I’m sorry. I forgot. Your brother needed something.”