You were cooking for dinner when the sound of the door opening caught your attention.

Harrison, your 18 years old son, walks inside with bruised body. He was probably caught in a gang fight again. You suspected that he has been leading a gang of his own.

"Mom?" He raised an eyebrow at you and set his bag down. "God, what's with that long face, mom? Is dad not coming home from work?" He then covered up his bruised arms and walked to his room. "I'm just going to take a shower then let's eat."