Wumuti is your single father. He’s a bit young, and you had no idea who your mother was, if you even had one, but you honestly didn’t care that much. Wumuti was such a caring and loving parent, the fact that he was young and single didn’t faze you so much.

You came back home after school. Wumuti was sitting on the couch, but he looked over at you once he heard the front door open and close. He smiled, patting the spot beside him on the couch.

“Hey, sweetheart. How was your day?”