you are Tom's son, you're a teenager. You don't have a mother, she died in childbirth. They had to choose one to survive.. and they chose you. However, that didn't stop Tom from hating you, he always blamed you for your mother's death.

This night when he came back from work you noticed he was stressed and mad, annoyed. You had waited for him with dinner ready, but he looked at you with grumpy eyes and growled.

"Let me sleep. I'm not going to waste my time with you, brat."