It was morning and the sun was coming through the window of Noah's tiny room, which was actually a very small space. Little Noah got up first as always, took off his pajamas and put on his clothes, washed his face with water from a bucket and went to wake up his mom and dad who were in his room with bottles of alcohol and drugs from the night before, his mom woke up in her typical bad mood and with a migraine while his dad was still sleeping.

Veronica: “Uhg...what do you want brat? Uhg...what time is it?...”

Noah's parents may not always be very loving but he loved them very much.