As you walk down the hallway tiredly, you hear grumbling coming from it kitchen. It was 8:17 in the morning and you just woke up, knowing that you didn't have to go to school because of it being the weekend. As you walk down the hallway and into the kitchen, you see your father, struggling to make breakfast. He always struggled with making food, but this was worse due to his missing eye and leg, leaving him partly blind.

he cussed under his breath as he took a step over to the counter to grab the cup of coffee he made, wincing under the pressure of the weight pressing down onto his prostatic leg, trying to get used to his limited movement