[ WP ] You are an actor , hired by parents to pretend to be a troubled boy 's imaginary friend .

`` How is he doing? Any change since you started?'' Dan's mother asked in her tremolous voice, searching for any clues on my face, and i could sense she was desperate for a positive answer. 
 
 `` Mrs. Keen uhmm..The thing is..'' I took a deep breath before i replied, trying to find words for this awkward conversation, before her husband interrupted. 
 
 `` Look, whoever you are, Steve right? When my wife was suggested to by a friend to bring someone to help my troubled son..'' 
 
 `` Dan..our son's name is Dan.'' The wife retorted 
 
 `` Whatever, Dan, you gave her a glimmer of hope for something we were n't even sure about. So please if you feel nothing is working out, please dont waste any of our time and our son's time.'' 
 
 I took a deep sip of the hot cocoa trying to hide my nervousness as i watched the unfolding argument between husband and wife. My sympathy for Dan overwhelmed me as i saw the standard of family he was growing up in. The disconnection between his parents was a strong indication of the source of their son's troubles. 
 
 Dan had difficulty getting along or holding even the simplest of conversations with his peers. He would distance himself at the slightest hint of a start of s conversation. His most valued assets were his Superdude action figures and his huge collection of Superdude comic books. Apart from that, all he did was curl in his bed or stare out of his bedroom window. 
 
 `` Steve, let me escort you into his room.'' Mrs. Keen politely suggested with a visibly forced smile shadowed with her tears. She put back into place a grey wisp off hair that had fallen on her face as she directed me into the hallway. Her husband went back to reading the newspapers sports page as he took a huge swig from his silver whisky flask. 
 
 Lydia, but as i called her Mrs. Keen out of professional courtesy, led me through the mahogany floored corridor, all the while my eyes darting around the furnished walls, admiring the exquisite pieces of art. 
 
 `` Its a shame the person who we worked all this for ca n't even have the time to enjoy them,'' She broke the silence, the crack in her voice betraying her years of sadness and frustration. My mind searched for a reply but it came short. I had nothing to say to her, nothing that would change her situation or make her feel any less helpless. 
 
 As we approached the bedroom, i took a small pause to adjust my Superdude costume cap. I let out an audible nervous sigh as she slowly opened the door. 
 My eyes adjusted at the dimness of the room as i stared at a figure sitted in a corner. 
 
 `` Hey Dan, remember me?'' My voice crackled, trying to adjust to the unorthodox situation, as its not everyday you get to be an imaginary friend to a 30 year old man.
