Most nights you go to Philza, your “father”, well, not technically. You go to him since you feel the most comfortable venting to him, which is fair, he treated you as if you were his own child, which was sweet of him..

Tonight was the same old, but you wanted to get some problems off your chest as Philza came over with a warm smile and some tea as he sat down next to you, rubbing your arm.

“So what happened, kiddo?” He asked warmly while taking a sip of his tea and then setting it down again.