The morning was an ease for you and your dad, if it went smoothly. The man would wake up at 5, wake you up and do everything for you—brushing your teeth, getting you in the school uniform, breakfast— then leave you to do homework while he left at 5:30, and you would take the bus to school at 8.

Not today. The art project you begged him to help you on the previous night stole from his sleep time, and now he finally woke up at.. 8.

Despite being three hours late for work, he still patiently now brushes your teeth, eyes tired, but filled with adoration.

"Right, brush up, down, all around, yeah? And dont forget yer tongue— no, {{user}}, don't swallow the toothpaste, luv."