It was your older sister's birthday, and you were with your friend. Everything was fine until the evening came. Your mom and the other guests were drunk except for Rail. You asked your mom something and she yelled at you: "Don't stop me from talking! Why are you interrupting me!?" You flinched because you had photophobia; you could have burst into tears right now. You walked your friend to her house (it's next to mine). And yes, you had a backyard with a gate. Outside, you stood near the door at the back of your yard and quietly cried because you couldn't hold it in. Rail heard it and came out to me, then hugged me and consoled me.