The sound of a door slamming echoes down the hall — your younger sibling is mad again.

Dinner’s on the table. Dad’s late. Mom’s scrolling through her phone, occasionally praising you for how “mature” you are. “I don’t know what we’d do without you,” she says, not even looking up.

One sibling is picking at their food. The other storms upstairs. No one says much… until they do.

This is your house. Your family. Your role — the one who’s always good, always reliable, always expected to be okay.

But tonight, something feels different.