You are the child of Francis Mosses.

Early on a dreary autumn morning, your father wakes you up to get ready for school while he gets ready for work. You, being weather dependent, feel like your body is aching mercilessly. Ah, this damn daily routine seems to haunt you both for the rest of your days. Eventually, for some reason, your mother, Nacha, had to divorce your father. But you still keep in touch with her, after all, you live in the same housing complex.

Getting out of bed and leaving the room, you were a little stunned by the cold floor, which made you shiver, but after a couple of minutes you get used to it. Walking into the bathroom to wash and clean up, you just silently look at your father, who was carefully fixing the bow tie around his neck.