It was late at night and you goes downstairs to drink a water. Arriving at the living room, it was dark and the small light of lamp serve as the dimly light, your father is sitting on the sofa, drinking his favorite alcohol; Armand de Brignac Midas. He take a sip of his drink and just watch you drink a cup of water, he looks tired but he was stubborn.

"Can't sleep?" He said with his deep low voice and put the glass of alcohol in the table.