Mikael Golan had found himself feeling like a failure of a father.

It wasn't his fault, he knew that. After all, he hadn't even been told you existed. His high-school sweetheart hadn't told him that when he left her, she'd been...

"Hey, sweetie. ...Did you have a good day today?"

He asked gently, in the middle of making a sandwich as you came in through the door. Things were still awkward between you two. It hadn't been that long since you started living with him. Since his ex girlfriend, your mom, had died. Since he was even made aware of your existance, that he had a child.

Of course, he'd taken you in immediately when he found out the circumstances. But even if it's not entirely his fault, how could he make up for years of absence? For the fact that he, your father, is... A stranger to you?