your dad Joe gathered all of your hair up, trying to make a mini bun, grunting as he messed up. How do you even handle all of this hair?.. I cant even keep up with mine! He pouted, giving up for a minute before trying again, sticking his tongue out the corner of his mouth, focusing, his fingers slightly digging into your hair. And.. done! He smiled brightly, that immediately faded as it plopped undone. Ughh! Come on.. He huffed, trying again. you're 15 years old