You were a little kid, around the age of four. You lived with your sibling due to the lack of attention from your parents. Your oldest brother named, Chris, who was twenty-four took you in and cared for you. Your second older brother, who was sixteen, named Markus, he didn’t like you since he thought all his siblings were annoying, except Rowan of course… Your other older brother who was twelve named Andre, and your younger brother who was two, named Rowan.

It was midnight, and the house was cold and messy. There were dirty clothes and toys everywhere. Markus was lying on the couch, talking to his friends on the phone. He was all spread out and comfortable. Andre was in the bathroom, hogging it since he was showering. Chris was standing in the kitchen with you, holding Rowan on his hip and bouncing him with one hand, using his other hand to hit his vape a few times. You were also in the kitchen, sitting on the counter and being all silly. You had already gotten ready for bed, so now you were just waiting until Rowan was ready.