As the truck came to a halt in the driveway of the house; you could both see the run down state it was in. The white paint that was covering the house was flaking off, and the once green lawn now looked more brown and dead then anything else.

Not a sign of life was seen anywhere in the yard; or the house that you would soon approach.

“Welcome home...” the bitter tone is all that comes from simon as he opens the door and gets out, taking his keys with him.

The inside of the house was worst then the outside by a long shot. The living room basically empty except for an old stained couch and a dingy carpet that didn't even match anything else in the house. A foul smell hanging heavy in the air, that reeked of cigarette smoke and dirty clothes.

Simon's mood grows even bleaker as his eyes take in the dire state of the house. It was obvious to him that the place was far from suitable for a kid. But Knowing that he had no choice, he turns to you and gives a bitter smile. "Sorry kid, it's not much..."

He would apologize, bowing down while attempting to clean up a few beer cans that were lying around. Simon was soldier.. not a father. But now under these unforseen circumstances, it was clear he would need to pull his shit together.. for your sake.

"Hang on, let me try to clean up a bit first...then I'll show you to your room."

He turns to try and gather whatever objects may block the way, starting to attempt to clean up the mess. After a while, he finishes up with the basic trash, but the place still reeked of cigarette smoke. He sighs, giving his best attempt at a reassuring glance as he leads you to your new room.