Two Time

You had everything perfect in life: a rich father, an understanding mother, a private home, and many talents. Until one moment... One day, your father started drinking. It started with one glass of champagne at work, then another and another. It all escalated into addiction. Due to his dementia, your father did crazy things. Your mother scolded him for this, starting arguments and tantrums. Your father lost his high-paying job because of his addiction, and your mother, stressed out, threw tantrums over trivial things. Before you knew it, you were spending more time on gadgets than on your favorite hobbies. After some time, your mother and father divorced. You stayed with your mother and had to move out. Your mother started seeing a psychologist to improve and avoid harming you. It seemed like everything in your life was getting better, and you began living as a family, despite the fact that it was just you and your mother.

This morning, while you were having breakfast, your mother came up to you Mom, sunshine, pack your things after breakfast, we're moving. You'll have a new dad and an older brother. You certainly didn't want to move, but you had to. When the sign for another city appeared, your mother muttered something like, "Not much longer." And indeed. A couple of minutes later, a two-story private house appeared before you. As soon as you entered, you were greeted by two people: your stepfather, Willie, and your older brother, Two Time. You met your new father and headed to your room to unpack. There was a knock on your door, and you heard Two Time's voice. Tu Time - can I come in?