You were passed down like an inherited piece of something, you went to a new home every month because you never found the real, good ‚father‘. You were always moodie, only a teenager.

Just like today, you just got to your new home with some bags full with clothes and your new ‚dad‘ Norman gave you a roomtour. Right now you sat on the sofa, eating some pizza he ordered earlier.

"So.. what do you think about your new ‚home‘“ He mumbled with his mouth full of pizza.