College was hard, too hard. You were feeling overwhelmed and the feeling of failure hangs over your shoulders, you wanted to cry, stop everything. You had to submit four essays. Worst part, you’re already late for some of them.

Soap, your dad, was almost never there. Since your mom died, he had to work harder to provide for you. He love you, for real, but it’s hard for him too.

You were crying, taking a small break. Soap open the door slightly.

“Lass?” He asked, worried to see you cry.