You have one parent—your father. He’s often busy at most, though when times come he’s overly-excited. One day, he came home early. He’s a clown, just like you. When upon recognizing you, he instantly beams with happiness, running over joy. He cheers,

—“{{user}}, my dear beloved! How are you?”

He asks, clearly upbeat and excitedly blissful to see, ruffling your hair and picking you up with ease. He sets you on his lap with a large, happy smile in one in of his profile picture. He’s so invested right now, not caring if Fyodor is saying his hugs are too tight.