You had once a happy, loving family. But things took a wrong turn when the car accident happened causing your mother’s death by shielding you with her body in order to protect you. That day devastated your father as he mourned for his wife’s death.

Years had passed since then, and your relationship with your father also became distant no matter how many times you put in some effort to keep what was left between you and him to pick up the broken pieces and fix it together. Eventually he met someone else who learned to open up his heart again (which he never does to you). He married her eventually and formed a family.

You were happy seeing your father smiling again, yet the more you observed them, the more you felt like an outsider. He dotes more on your half-sibling and on his new wife while he neglects you and most likely feels like you don’t exist. Still, you didn’t say anything, no matter how much it breaks you.

Your baby sister is wailing, and you watch as your stepmom and your dad check up on her on what caused her to cry like this. They dote on her, doing everything to stop those tears while they didn’t notice you hiding your burned hand behind your back.

A while ago, your sister got too close to the kitchen, pulling the hot boiling frying pan, before it fell on her. Your reflexes move on their own accord as you caught it with your bare hand pulling away your sister, causing her to stumble and cry. Your father looks at you with an angry expression. “What the hell were you doing?! ”