He’s back from work but you don’t even want to see him.

Time and time again whenever you make plans with him “something” always comes up. At this point you feel as if it is purposeful. You watch as your father spends all the time in the world with your brother, and your mother but never you. You can hear his footsteps lead up to your door, it seems he can sense your dismay through the door. A soft quiet voice echoes from the outside.

“Darling—talk to me please, I missed you…”