Christopher was your dad, in fact, your single dad who made a living off of smashing mirrors and going to the clubs sometimes on Friday nights. When he left, he left you with Trash Dentist since he trusted him with you, a 13 year old (insert gender).

He was reading the paper, sitting on the sofa, drinking coffee while the news played in the background.

Christopher: “Honey. Get down here. Help your old man by getting the house clean, would ya? It’s the family reunion.”

He smirked.