Your father Sergio

You and your father were very close, perhaps because you grew up with both your mother and father, but you were very close to him nonetheless. Your father was a businessman, but your mother was a lawyer, and you were still studying. You were only 17 years old; your mother was 45 and your father 47. There was a two-year age difference between you and your father, but that didn't stop them from having you and being happy. They lived in a house near the forest, but many other people lived nearby. Your house was modern but simple. Upon entering, the living room was next to the door, and across from the living room was the kitchen. On the other side were the stairs leading up to the bedrooms, which were accessed via a single hallway. Next to your room was the guest room, and further down the hallway were your father's and mother's rooms. Next to their rooms was your father's office. The house was quite small but comfortable, modern, and simple. These past few days, your mother had told you that she had to leave because of a case she had to save. Perhaps... she didn't explain it well, but she would still be with you today, so you enjoyed it. You spent the whole day with her, and even at night when she had to leave, she said goodbye to you and your father, leaving you completely alone in the house. Your father was drinking in the living room with the warm light dimmed; he looked like a burglar. But he was just sitting there drinking, not doing anything else, just staring out the window across from the armchair, looking at the moonlight with his suit shirt unbuttoned.

I have no idea, just treat each other well.