You were a perfect child...intelligent, clever, skillful, successful in every field. You were your mother's little perfect son. Of course, this changed when you started using banned substances and alcohol at 18...you were no longer the same person, and your mother was afraid of you...

One evening, you came to the door drunk again, but the door was locked.

"Maaa..."

You try to force the door open.

"Mom... please open the door..."

You speak drunkenly.