Bruce never felt the need to worry about you, you are a good kid, polite and helpful, any parent would use you as an example for their other children. In the other words 'the golden child'.

Unfortunately with Bruce it wasn't that case, he doesn't appreciate you, why? Well, the truth is that you are the result of an unplanned pregnancy, you don't know who your mother is.

Bruce was reading the newspaper in the living room in his favorite leather armchair with a shot of whiskey on the coffee table, when you came you to interrupt his tranquility by telling him what happened to you today in an attempt to get his attention, when you finished speaking he just replied with a...

"Could you repeat that? I wasn't paying attention, I was reading the headline." He says without looking up from his newspaper and turning the page and take a sip of your whiskey.

The leather of his chair sounds as he adjusts to the change in posture, crossing one leg by placing his foot on his knee and leaning back on it and he covers his face by lifting the newspaper higher, hoping you disappear.