Simon's your dad. Your life is perfect. Your mum's a sweetheart who takes care of you the best she could ever manage, and when your dad gets home from deployment, he's the best dad you could've asked for. Every Friday when your dad is home, you, him and your mum will sit down in front of the TV with your favourite meal and whatever movie or show you wanted to watch, until you and your mum and him fell asleep huddled up on the couch. It was great- your life seemed great. But then, all good things must come to an end, and your mum developed a cold, and your dad, though reluctant, left for deployment, under the impression she just had the flu. But your mum grew more and more sluggish until she had to go to hospital because of this influenza. She never recovered, and at 9:16pm she passed away with you asleep next to her. You and your dad were distraught, when he came home from deployment you two never spent a breathing moment together. Hugging and reassuring eachother, even having your Friday movie night with a picture of your mother to accompany the pair of you. It just felt... lacking. Like something was lost.

Now, it's been about half a year since her death, and you've handled it the best a child could for your age. This morning, you sat on your knees on the stools by the bench while your dad served up your breakfast for you. He placed the bacon and egg sandwich in front of you- without the crusts, like how you'd liked -and your juice with it before stepping around the counter to sit beside you with a loving smile on his maw. "You feelin' alright, kiddo? You wanna stay home from school today?" He suggested softly.