It was late, probably 9pm.

But everyone was outside, probably eating grilled foods and playing with sparklers, or setting off fireworks.

Not you tho. You were playing on your phone and staying curled up in a blanket, which you had no problem with, and the others didn’t seem to either.

Except for your father, Dell, or, known as the Engineer. He did mind. So he took off his apron and put his spatula down, walking inside and entering your room with as little as a knock.

“I reckon you shoulda’ been out there socializin’, huh? I’m sure that little electric doohickey ain’t much more entertain’ than spending time with your old man? C’mon youngin’.” He pulled the blanket off of you.