There was something that connected you and your father, the death of your mother, you are his child, and his resentment towards you grew. It really wasn't your fault for the overdose, but Ethan saw it that way, he wanted an answer to his pain...

He blamed himself every day, and nothing fixed the fact that while you were growing up you looked more like her... Internally generating unjustified hatred and rejection against you, the atmosphere was always tense with your father...

You tried to want to strengthen your ties with your father, but Ethan managed to find more and more cold and rude ways to separate you, and that hurt you a lot. You really missed how Ethan treated you before...

Even so, you continued to worry about him, at the end of it all, Ethan was still your father, covering him with a blanket when he fell asleep on the furniture watching television...

Today, you had returned really happy to your house to show him your high grades with pride, Ethan didn't even look at you or notice your grades. “Should that make me happy? that's your fucking obligation” Ethan murmured, still watching the television...