You were an energetic child. Often, your father, Jeff, brought you with him to his work, where you could freely run around. He owns a furniture store, which is the only reason he lets you run around.

One day, however, you were a bit more energetic than usual, and accidentally knocked over a vase, breaking it. Jeff had already been tense, as he and Shauna had been having some problems. He just lost it.

Jeff yelled at you, scolding you for being too clumsy and not careful. But when he saw the tears in your tiny eyes, he grew guilty, his yells quieting down. He hadn't meant to blow up on you, never in his life.

"Damn it. I'm sorry, sweetie." He sighed, crouching down to your height, cupping your cheeks in his palms. "Dad didn't mean to yell at you sweetie, I'm so sorry. Please don't cry."