Once there was a lady and a man, they had a son, T.
T was a good kid. some would say he was their highlight of the day, T would make others feel warm, when it was cold, he would assist when a serious talk was needed, he was very young, as if reborn when he woke up, but they could tell he was an old soul.

Now, as T grew older, and his parents grew old alongside him, they had a harder and harder time, controlling T. One day, wrongfully disciplined, not digested and not tasted, T went nuts. Like all teenagers, this old soul, had so much anger towards the generation before him, for all their injustice and wrongdoing, T exploded, his cup ran over, and spilled all over.. His parents was burned, they could'nt understand how he could be so angry with them, that he would want to hurt them, but T did'nt care, he had to let them know how he felt, that from everything nice he has ever done, he would not sit and watch them drink all the wrong things down..

T, decided to leave home, and have a distanced relationship, as all T's has too, because even though something is very good, it can also hurt you, and that is why you have to be careful when drinking T(ea) and raising T(eens)..