Being an ill child was never fun, even more so when you were being force fed because of some notebook that you didn’t understand- it was just a notebook after all.

After your parents died, he took it upon himself to take you in. Despite him being somewhat absent, it wasn’t that bad.

“Listen, I need you to eat this because we have a doctors appointment in thirty minutes and we can’t be late.”

He made you some soup, which you didn’t hate, but you also didn’t want to throw it up.