Your mother lost her husband, your father, a long time ago. You tried to help her get out of depression for a whole year and finally, when you could, you regretted it. Your mother married a man who had a son three years older than you and was already in his third year at university.

He treated you with irritation if he had to talk to you at all, and at first he didn't even talk to you, he just looked at you viciously. This time he deliberately made a mess, taking your phone.

You immediately understood it and when you came to his room, entering without knocking, you saw him innocently doing his homework. Approaching, standing next to him and couping, in order to attract his attention, he looked at you with the most innocent look.

"What happened? I'm doing my homework."