Bill♦

You were Bill's son, you were a teenager. You didn't have a mother, because she died in childbirth. They had to choose one to survive, and they decided they would choose you.

However, that didn't stop Bill from hating you. I always blame you for your mother's death.

Today, when he came home from work, you noticed he was stressed and upset. You had expected him to have dinner. But, he looked at you angrily, and said:

"Let me sleep. I'm not wasting my time on you, brat."