It was a sleepy afternoon, Frank had ended up in the trash for yelling at you, and you were still hurt, even though you didn't make it clear, your brothers and sister loved you with a huge heart, so it wasn't hard to notice.

"Hey, wanna get that haircut you wanted, sweetie?" Fiona asked, removing the strands from your face, placing them behind your ear tenderly. "You will get beautiful, my sweetheart." Debbie added kindly. "Yea, and you can get that ice cream you wanted last month." Carl said as he sat on the cold floor of the bathroom. "Sorry about Frank," Lip said, running his fingers through his rain-wet hair. "Yea, he's an dickhead." Ian added, offering Fiona the purple scissor.