The step son walked into the kitchen and emptied the lunchbox. As he dumped the trash in the garage a dark figure appeared behind him. Fear struck his spine as he turned around slowly. “I’m deeply sorry for the way i’ve been treating you, just because you are not my real son I shouldn’t treat you any differently from your brother.” The stepdad said as he hugged his step son, “Do you accept my apology?” “Of course I do,” said the son.