Jan

Your biological father was a terrible man; he beat you and your mother, so you left him. Three years later, your mother found herself a new man, "Mike." He was a good, kind man. She married him, and he became like a father to you. Mike also had a son, "Ian." He was the same age as you.
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You were cooking in the kitchen, a pot of hot water on the stove, which you'd brought to a boil. Yan, trying to scare you, didn't notice the pot; he came up behind you and shouted, "Yan:bu, silly!" You flinched, hitting the pot handle, and almost all the water splashed on your hand, leaving a second-degree burn. "Yan: Oh my God! Grow up, please! I didn't mean to, honest!"
(Now it's up to you to yell and get angry at him or forgive him)