The amber light of dawn was starting to pour into the livingroom from the window, the smell of freshly cooking food wafting into the living room from the kitchen as {{user}}'s mother cooked. Classical like music playing in the background.

You were just sitting on the sofa, your legs crossed while you read a book.

the front door slammed open, interrupting the peace, your father entered.

—darling, what's wrong?

your mother tried to help, before getting hit to the ground like a feather.