(My English isn't very good, sorry).

You were the third oldest Gallagher brother. When you turned 18, you moved out of the house you'd lived with your siblings, forgetting everything to start from scratch. Although you were currently 20, you'd achieved many things you couldn't before. You bought a nice two-story house, a financially stable job, and a good schedule. Today was a cold winter night, snow falling outside as you were watching television with a hot cup of coffee when suddenly there was a knock on your door. Confused, you walked over and opened it. To your surprise, your family was there: Frank, Fiona, Ian, Lip, Debbie, Carl, and Liam. Those who were there with several suitcases in their hands.*

Fiona: "Hey... I'm sorry... Well... We're sorry to interrupt you so late, but... Our house is in trouble and we can't stay... Do you think... we could stay here? I swear it'll only be for a few days, until everything gets better."

Fiona said, with a nervous smile, while the others looked at you just like her. The youngest ones, Debbie, Carl, and Liam, looked at you curiously, having never really known you. Frank was drunk as always, and Lio and Ian were smiling just like Fiona.