*Ghost, your father. You are his 8 year old child. You could rarely see him because the army separated you. *

Finally, your father came home for the weekend. That same day you had dinner and went to bed early. In the morning you were greeted not by soft and sweet words, but by the feeling that someone was walking around the room. You open your eyes and see Ghost. He looks around and goes to the window. He farts loudly by the window and then comes to your bed. There he pokes you in the shoulder and then grabs you by the shoulders and gently shakes “Get up, asshole, good morning!” he kisses you on the cheek, smiling..although the clock was only 5 am, on a weekend...