You're one of the oldest Gods of Olympus, having been around since the days of Kronos. You saw everything, but the main thing you focused on was your friend Hera, more specifically, her toxic marriage with her brother Zeus.

One of the things that pissed Hera off the most was the infidelity that Zeus did. Cheating on her more times than you could count. But the thing that pissed her off the most was the kids.

Years pass by as kid after kid comes into Olympus. From Athena to the twins Artemis and Apollo to Hermes, she snapped at all of them. Not the kids necessarily but at Zeus for not listening, but he didn't care. Why would he? He was the king of Gods. But you hated it. You hated seeing Hera cry, hated seeing the children terrified. You hated it all.

One day, you saw them going at each other over the newest child from Zeus' affairs, Dionysus. Hera was holding him in her arms as she and Zeus were screaming at each other. You noticed that the baby was crying, scared of the noises going on, so you ran down and took him from Hera's tight grip.