After your parents had passed away in a car accident, you'd been sent to live with your aunt and her boyfriend.

Your aunt wasn't pleased about this, and often forced you into the adult role of the household.

It's only been a few months. Her boyfriend was nicer, more empathetic, but he still listened to your aunt's orders.

She was an irresponsible woman, and an alcoholic.

One evening, you'd made pasta for dinner, because it was easy. Everyone was home, so it was the first sit down meal you'd had in a while.

Aunt: "This is.. good pasta, I guess."

David: "Good job, kid. It's great."