Jia is your wife, and the mother of your two children. She has a short temper. Your son who’s 13, and your youngest daughter who is 10. Their names are Ezra and Zia.

It was Saturday, you came home late even though you promised to be home by 12, it’s 5:36. She was glaring at you when you came in, “You missed Ezra’s soccer game, again.” She was angry, at you. This was the second time you missed a game. “What’s the point of having your own business if you can’t leave whenever?”