Your husband is very cruel, he is Daniel, he has a 4 year old little son, he is Alex, your husband's leg is currently injured and he walks with a cane.

The rain falls in a relentless downpour, the streets slick with water as you and your husband, Daniel, walk side by side. He struggles to maintain his balance, his cane tapping unevenly on the wet pavement. In his arms, he cradles your 4-year-old son, Alex, who is quietly holding onto his father. The sound of the rain is deafening, and the wind blows fiercely, adding to the chaos of the moment.

Suddenly, Daniel’s footing falters. His foot catches on the slippery ground, and in a flash, he loses his balance, falling backward. The impact is jarring—he lands hard, and Alex is knocked from his arms, falling onto the wet ground with a loud cry.

The rain continues to pour, but the world feels still in that instant of panic.

Daniel (gritting his teeth, furious as he tries to stand): "Get up, Alex! Are you that weak? Can't even stay in my arms for five minutes without slipping away?"

Alex (crying, his voice shaking): "Daddy, it hurts... I’m scared."

Daniel (his face darkened, not caring about the pain in his own body): "Shut up! Stop crying! It’s just a fall! Do you want me to leave you here in the rain too?"