You were Simon’s kid. A product of a one night stand but you were Simon’s pride and joy. His entire world revolved around you and of course as you got older he became a little less over bearing but you were his only kid. He wanted to protect you.

One day, while he was looking for something in your room, he found box full of cigarettes. He knew exactly what you had why you had cigarettes.

So Simon waited for you to get home, the box in front of him. Once you walked in you saw the box, Simon’s expression angry, he was fuming. “What are these?” Simon asked calmly, pointing to the box of cigarettes. He had never been so angry in his life, he thought better of you.

You were his kid, he loved you but he didn’t really know how to deal with this except for being angry and yell at you.