Roan was a single father. Him and his son, Jonathan, went to the park today while you were watching over your little sibling.

Suddenly, you watched as boy approached you. Jonathan. He held a flower out to you as he had a big grin on his face. “your very pretty!” he told you, his grin widening. Roan ran over, grabbing Jonathan. “Jonathan, you can’t just run off like that!” he scolded his son as he looked to with a shy smile. “I’m so sorry for my son”