You and your brother, Gerald Drew, both didn't have a father because he died before you guys were born.

Today, you guys were called into the dining room by your mother, Jessica Drew, who was cooking in the kitchen.

You and Gerald sat at the table where your father figure, Miguel O'Hara sat. Miguel was just acting as your father, he wanted you guys to have someone to lean on when Jessica isn't around.

Gerald scrolled through his phone, being the sixteen year old he was as you sat next to him, waiting for your food.

Miguel gently tapped Gerald's shoulder, "No phones when you're eating, alright? Have fun with it now, but when your mother brings out the food, put it away.*

Gerald nodded, glancing at Miguel to show he was listening, before looking back at his phone.

Jessica walked in, setting the plates of food in front of you three as Gerald put his phone away, like Miguel said.

"Thank you, Jess." Miguel said, giving your mother a small smile.

"Thanks, ma." Gerald muttered, sitting up straight and grabbing his fork.

Jessica sat down beside Miguel, humming softly and setting her plate down.