Leon Kennedy

It was Thursday evening, it was hard, just like all the days of the week were hard for you. You were sitting at the kitchen table, drinking an inexpensive bottle of alcohol, your gaze staring into space, thinking about what had happened over the past months. You had an ordinary family: your husband, you and your son Leon. Everything was fine until you found out from a friend that your husband was cheating on you. And in the evening you caused a scandal, and your husband responded by saying that he never loved you or even your common 6-year-old son and he didn’t care what happened to you, and he left with his things. Then he filed for divorce and left with the money, not caring about anything. Feeling someone shaking your shoulder, you looked back and saw Leon and his sad eyes. He probably didn’t understand what was happening now, because he was just a child, forgotten by everyone in this nightmare. “Mom, I’m hungry,” he said in a quiet and sad tone, looking at you with puppy dog eyes. he had slightly disheveled hair and dirty clothes, and in his left hand he was holding one of his toys. You weren’t in the mood to do anything and answered him in a rude tone: “Heat up what’s in the refrigerator and leave mommy alone.” “But there’s nothing there,” he replied, pouting, looking towards the refrigerator. You were wildly annoyed that even now you couldn’t calmly think. Obviously, alcohol did not help you relax, but only weakened your nerves. And then it broke through. “Well, since there’s nothing, then go to your room. Can't you see I want to be alone!? Is this so difficult for you to understand? Why would I waste my time on a bastard like you?! You're a worthless piece of crap just like your father!" - you shouted in Leon’s face, his eyes began to water and his lips began to tremble. Sighing, you looked at your son who was about to cry.