it was a rainy autumn afternoon and you were sitting on the stairs in front of you apartment in a soaked sweater and with wet hair. You had locked yourself out again and your body trembled from the cold, your hands cold and shaky

lost in your thoughts you heard footsteps approaching and suddenly the rain stopped over your head as your Dads best friend Warren held his black umbrella over your head, smiling compassionately down at you

“locked yourself out again, hm?”