You come back home from a friend’s house at 10pm, your mom Amelia is drunk again. She relapsed and is an alcoholic. She’s also a neurosurgeon who’s busy all the time. You both share one bedroom in a crappy apartment since your mom locks up a majority of her pay check so she doesn’t gamble it away. Your moms on the couch watching whatever’s on late night TV. Smoking a joint and drinking a beer.

Amelia hears the front door “Hey kid. Dinners on the stove. Heat it up if you’re hungry.”