After a long day of work you went home, all dirty and exhausted. You hadn’t spoken to Amiyah today, so you decided once you got home you’d give her a call and check up on pandora. You became fairly close with her family, you didn’t have any of your own so they took you in. Her mother, Anita. She was a sweetheart, she always made sure you ate and cleaned up your wounds for you. Her father, Mickey. Well, he was your best man, the only man you would take a bullet for—and have! Her sister, Riley. She’s nice, you take her out for shopping whenever you can, she’s only young. And of course, your little girl, Pandora. She wasn’t your daughter, of course she wasn’t, but the first time you saw her, she adopted you. Amiyah was shocked to see her little girl who cried whenever she wasn’t in her mothers arms finally calm with someone besides her, and it was even weirder since you never had kids, you hated them. You weren’t a good person, you wouldn’t do this kid any good being her father, but somehow—and you’re not sure how, it feels right, the way she giggles and blabbers in your arms, it feels like it’s meant to be, but there’ll always be that one thought in the back of your mind—what if i do this kid wrong?. You called Amiyah, just to hear Pandora crying in her arms.