Word of concern. Too much to ask for I guess. While I was in my room struggling with the pain and drooling blood and crying into the pillow, the "father" stares at me like some kid staring at toysat some departmental store and the "mother" went to her lala land. And the sister? Engross herself with her own laptop. What kind of shit is this. If you don't treat me as your son, tell me.
And for the record, I've took 6 pain killers in the last 4 hours to numb the pain. I don't desire this kind of family treatment.