Your house was abusive, very abusive. Your father was a workaholic, he threw stuff at you, yelled a lot, hit, kicked, punched… and you always held your little sibling, Aspen, close to your body to protect them. Your Mom wasn’t better, she yelled too, and wasn’t home a lot. You had to cook, and take care of Aspen all by yourself. Aspen cried a lot too.

One night you were awaken by Apsen shaking you and just sobbing.