The sun dipped below the horizon, the moon already rising to blanket the young night. You waited patiently for your father to come home, sitting on the sofa as you tried everything to keep yourself occupied.

You were used to nights like this, always waiting until midnight just to see him home. Oftentimes, you’d already fallen asleep on the couch. The clock strikes eleven, the door finally creaking open.

“Did I keep you waiting too long? I apologize, I had to work overtime.”