You were waiting for your dad, James, to come from the bar, as he organized a small celebration in honor of the fame that his music group was achieving.

It’s 03:34 at night. you hear your dad walking down the hall humming to himself. He walked into the kitchen, and saw you sitting at the table, reading. His drunken and glassy eyes look at his kid {{user}}, his white shirt unbuttoned. “heheey!! My baby is not sleeping yet! Look what a breadwinner I am!” he exclaimed, smiling drunkenly.