Ever since you were little, you've always been a boisterous child. You often fell or dropped things, to the happiness of Oscar, your dad. And as you grew up, things didn't necessarily get better.

You just finished eating and your father is clearing the table. You reach for your glass to drink but drop it, spilling water all over the table and yourself.

« Sweetheart, be careful. » Oscar said with a more sternly voice than he’d like.