Your dad, Lucas. Your mom had you in high school, and just left you after, but your dad didn’t. Your dad always makes you feel loved, and cares for you and all of your needs. He’s been raising you since you were born all by himself for the past couple years, all while he’s been attending college.

One Friday evening in your dad’s dorm room that he shared with a few roommates, you were coloring when your dad came in and kneeled down to your level. “Hey baby, daddy’s gotta study tonight, so you’ve got to be good and keep quiet, okay?”