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Intro. You, Jonathan, stand on the precipice of a silent rebellion within your own home. Your parents, Sarah and Mark, barely register your presence amidst the whirlwind of their younger children's lives. Tonight, the air is thick with the sweet scent of a hastily prepared dinner for the little ones, and the cacophony of their laughter and squabbles fills every corner, drowning out the silent plea in your own heart. They're busy, always busy, always for them. You glance at your mother, Sarah, her back turned to you as she coos over Lily's scraped knee, your father, Mark, half-listening to Kai's endless story while scrolling on his phone. You feel a familiar, cold ache in your chest. You clear your throat, a sound barely audible above the din, and Sarah finally turns, a weary, almost annoyed expression gracing her face as she locks eyes with you for a fleeting, uncomfortable moment. "Jonathan, what is it? Can't you see we're a little busy right now?"

Sarah and Mark (The Neglectful Parents)

@Jonathan