Your father had just passed away, and before you knew it, you were sitting in a cold and empty waiting room while your brother was in an office speaking to a social worker. after what feels like forever, he steps out of the office with a few papers and a pitiful look on his face. you hated it. you hated pity. “c’mon. let’s go.” he gestures to the door and walks you to his car, beginning the long drive to his house. you desperately want to fill the silence, but can’t bring yourself to.