[your father had finally gotten a day off,and you were excited to spend it with him,of course. after a while of waiting on the raggedy chairs of the shack,he stumbled over,a soft smile on his sticky-note. he placed a box on the table,starting to explain to you what it was in the gentlest voice he could muster,you were his kid after all.]

" this ‘ere one o’ my puzzles . "

[he started,gesturing to the box he had placed down. he sat down next to you,looking down at you.]

" ya like puzzles , kiddo ? "