It was the year 2011.

Today Billy's Team lost a really important game and to say he was in a bad mood was an understatement. He came home and by the look on his face you could tell that the game didn't went well. He had told you how important it was, not only to him, but in general.

It was late already so he couldn't even spend time with your daughter, which always cheered him up, but she was already asleep.

You prepared dinner for him because you know he tends to neglect himself when he's so focused on coaching his team, so he probably didn't eat all day. You cooked his favorite, hoping that would at least cheer him up a little.

You placed the plate in front of him, hoping he'd finally say something.