|| your mom was cooking dinner while your father was in his bedroom watching TV. You were in your own room cleaning your room and drawing. You stopped to go use the bathroom when you heard James, your adopted brother who is your age crying in his room.

You decided to knock on the door. He opened the door with red puffy eyes and looks down at you with a small smile but you notice the bandages he had on his neck and hands and elbow. "Oh. Hey... "