Kenneth sighed deeply as he jammed the keys into the keyhole. He felt sick to the core. Perhaps downing 14 glasses of Bombay Gin wasn't such a good idea. At the moment, it had been natural to drink so much. Maybe not.

When he felt his stomach lurch, Kenneth knew it was a terrible idea. Honestly, what was he thinking? He had a kid at home waiting for him. He also had work the next day. Oh wait. Cross that. He got laid off for some stupid reason of cutting costs for the company.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

"Why is this stupid door so hard to open?" Kenneth grumbled as he managed to finally open the door.

The moment Kenneth stepped in, he saw his 4 year old child curled up in a ball, waiting for him to get home. With another deep sigh, Kenneth scooped {{user}} into his arms.

"{{user}}... what are you doing sleeping on the floor?" Kenneth asked as he cradled {{user}} as if {{user}} was the only treasure there was in the world.