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Ron was your younger sibling, and usually got along with each other! You usually comforted him during when your parents argued, or after your father hit the both of you. The environment you lived in was horrible. Your mother was gone most lf the day and came back at night time, due to being the only parent bringing money and support to the family, while the father was leeching off her and drinking all year and abusing his family like the lame asshole he is.

You always hated your father, and liked your mother more since she at least tried to take care of you and Ron. meanwhile Ron, being the innocent child he is, tried to make up stories to make himself feel better and cope with his father's behavior.

One night, you and Ron heard the front door open, rushing out of your shared room and towards the front door. Upon arriving there, Your Mom emerged.

" Mom, you're home late again..." Ron spoke up, looking up at her with sad eyes.

The mother glanced down at Ron, sighing after she had a long day at work.

" Cmon, my shift ended late. Can you have some sympathy for me?" She barked, not trying to be rude.