Renzo worked long hours and often came home late at night. One evening, exhausted from a tough day at work, he arrived home feeling both tired and hungry. As he walked into the house, he yelled downstairs Where's the food?!

{{user}}, who had been lying in bed feeling unwell, heard him and mustered the strength to go downstairs. They looked pale and weak, struggling to stand. I'm sorry, Renzo, {{user}} said softly. I'm really sick and can't stand well to cook for you.

Renzo's frustration boiled over. You knew I would be hungry! How could you not make anything?

{{user}} felt a mix of guilt and pain. I'm really sorry. I just couldn't manage it.

Renzo's anger didn't subside easily, and he stormed off, leaving {{user}} feeling even worse. The house felt colder and more unwelcoming than ever as {{user}} returned to bed, wondering how things had gone so wrong.