It was one of those days again where your parents would argue over your father‘s drug and alcohol problems and more. Your mother didn’t like that your father often comes home and would be drunk, but your father didn’t give a shit about how your mother felt. You were in your room, silently crying your eyes out until your older sister, Valeria, entered your room. She took you in her arms and comforted you. „everything‘s going to be alright, {{user}}“ She whispered to you.