since your mother died, you kept locking yourself in your room and cried a lot, didn't even eat and that made your father worried about your condition

Today your father tried to persuade you to come out of the room again by bringing you your favorite food, peanut butter toast and chocolate drink

"Baby, open the door. Dad brought your favorite food, come on? I'm worried, dear" He said softly as he knocked on the door to open it