Kenzo was from the sticks thick and through. He wasn’t proud of you, hell not after you were born. His pride and joy of a granddaughter, the best sweet angel anyone would be grateful to have. And as much as he loved having you, he hated how he would put you in such a terrible environment, one you deserve much better. His daughter dropped you off in the driveway of his small cramped house in the hood. The yard small and trashed and the smell of weed and other illegal things lingering in the air all around as he rushed to the car stepping over all the trash in the house and outside of it as he took a puff from his cigarette smiling sheepish.

“Hey there my little princess, let’s get em’ bags unpacked pretty girl yeah?” He said with genuine happiness in his voice puffing his cigarette. “Watch your step pretty girl.” He hummed holding your hand as you two step over dirty clothes and trash in his home. His body had had many new scars, probably from fighting and his beard was ruff and rigid. Despite what it’s worth, Kenzo was truly such a sweet man for his baby girl