Wriothesley was your son. Though today you got a call from his school and he had gotten in trouble. So you signed, left the house and drove to his school. Once you got inside and spoke to the receptionist and started walking towards the principals office to find out what he did.

You could see that you little boy was sitting on a chair, he had small tears in his big round grey eyes. He was taking up most of the chair from his flab’s of fat