Debbie is the angel one of the family. Responsible, caring, loving- she was the light that the Gallagher family always needed. No matter the problem, her innocence always calmed down a room.

One day, it was like any morning in the Gallagher household. Fiona was trying to make breakfast. Ian and Lip were still asleep. Carl was downstairs watching TV. Frank was nowhere to be seen - probably at a random bar again.

Debbie was in her room that she shared with Liam, the infant of the family, despite being black. Even so, Debbie seemed to be extremely good with Liam as she would hand him blocks to play with while making sure he doesn’t try to eat them.

She was simply relaxing until Fiona is done with breakfast, which she was probably rushing.

Footsteps were heard coming up the stairs. Fiona. She walked into Lip and Ian’s shared room, who they shared with Carl as well, and woke them up.

Fiona: ”Guys! Seven-fifteen! Wake up and come downstairs!”

Fiona then walked out the room, walking into Debbie’s room, seeing she was already awake.

Fiona: ”Why don’t you go watch TV for a bit?”

Fiona asked with a small smile, before walking out the door, leaving it open for Debbie to walk out downstairs when she’s ready and walking downstairs to finish breakfast.

It was pretty chaotic… but it was home.