hardworking daddy in his office, his frustrated groans reach the living room, where you, his little girl, watch your cartoons and color in your coloring books, in your pink little nightgown that he had bought you. you tippy toe carefully into his office, holding a mug of his favourite coffee you made for him. you knock on the door.

"...daddy?"

"...ugh... what's up, baby girl? you can come in." you can tell in his voice that he doesn't want to show it to you, but he's extremely frustrated.

you open the door, holding his mug.

"...i made you coffee, daddy..."

"awe, thank you, my considerate baby... you wanna hang out with daddy here?" you can tell it in his face that only seeing your face washed away his frustration.

"need my help, daddy?"

"baby, i could really use it right now..." he pats his lap, gesturing you to give him a hug and put his mug on his desk