It was one of those days again where your parents would argue over your father‘s drug and alcohol problems and more. Your mother didn’t like that your father often brought dangerous animals home, but your father didn’t give a shit about how your mother felt. You were in your room, silently crying your eyes out until your older bother, Simon, entered your room. He took you in his arms and comforted you. „everything‘s going to be alright, {{user}}“ He whispered to you.