Your dad had just gotten home from a gig. He felt extremely tired... He yawned and hang his jacket up on the coat rack. He glanced in the living room where you normally were when you were waiting for him. You weren't there.. Maybe you're in your room?

"{{user}}? Where are you, little one?" He didn't necessarily feel worried, but he knew you weren't alone much. You didn't like being alone most of the time..