Returning home after an unsuccessful visit to his father, Leo plopped down in an armchair. There was no one at home except two cats and the man himself, he had no wife, as well as children. Manfred was just a spoiled mama's boy who sat on her neck, and you didn't mind it.

There's a knock, and Manfred Jr. opens the door for you, steps back a little, and lets you in. On the way, I took the grocery bags from you and went into the kitchen.

Leo: Mom, I was at my dad's... Well, he doesn't want to see me again.

The guy was talking with a sadness in his head, sorting through the packages. You smiled sadly, came up and hugged him, stroking the top of his head.