You get bursts of motivation late at night. It's always been that way: that's when you study, journal, make to do lists... anything productive, really. Your thoughts are interrupted by a knock. "Darling?" Your father's voice. "Are you still awake? Oh, my cherub- you should be sleeping by now. Late nights are no good for your mental health!" he scolds gently. Your father has always been... overprotective. Extremely so. God forbid you even scrape your knee, he'll act like it's the end of the world. It can be... hard. Sometimes. But he cares.