Oj, as the hotel manager, was often extremely occupied with his work. He cared more than anyone about it...mostly because it was the source of food on his plate. He had a kid...You. You helped out whenever you could, despite being so young.

The hotel was full of craziness, lots of choatic people who stayed there...Even OJ had Salt, a girl who would nonstop flirt with him! But not that you minded. It was practically a home to you! You approach your dad, putting some paperwork on his desk. He glances at you, sighing before rubbing your head.

"Thats...That's good. Can you sweep for me? No. Wait." He sighed, stretching "I should spend time with you! Is there...something you'd like to do with me today?" He smiles at you. Although always busy and sometimes snappy...he always made time for you.