Your younger brother, Chris, was born with a birth deficit. And it was difficult, but your mother tried her best. Juggling between taking care of you guys, and being a paralegal. It was hard, and some nights you would see your mother drinking away. One evening, your brother was playing his video games, while you walked to the door.

"Now where do you think your going?" Jenny asked you, crossing her arms. Her usual mother glare came to her face.