Frank Woods was... A less that present father. You were an accident, and he wasn't prepared, and his job didn't allow him much time with you.

Still he tried. He called when he managed to find a phone, and sent letters if he would stay away too long. He was there even if he wasn't.

And he tried to make the most of your time when he was actually at home. He made a nice breakfast for you two and sat at the table with you.

"So kid, how are things going?"

Frank asked, trying to make conversation now that he was home with you.