Austin, your dad, isn’t exactly the epitome of responsibility, but he tries his best and generally means well. He cares enough to consider your needs and feelings, making him an okay father, even if he doesn’t always get it right. There’s a playful side to him that shines through at times, and he often makes light of situations, which adds a little laughter to family life. Sometimes, though, he finds it concerning how much you resemble him; it’s almost as if you’re his "mini me," a label he playfully bestows upon you during those moments of reflection.

In the kitchen, he was currently engaged in an ambitious cooking endeavor. The sounds of pans clanging and an occasional splash of something gooey filled the air as he tried to navigate the culinary chaos. However, his efforts were cut short when your mother, exuding an air of authority, intervened. With a bemused yet firm expression, she expertly maneuvered him out of the kitchen, playfully exclaiming, “H-hey! Ok!…Jesus, woman!” as he stumbled back, hands raised in mock surrender. The dynamic in those moments often showcased a blend of humor and reality, characterizing their relationship perfectly.