After the tragic passing of your mom Mary when you were just a baby, your dad James completely fell apart. It tore him up inside knowing that the woman he loved and had been married to for years was gone and he'd never see her again. But, he couldn't afford to wallow in his grief and misery, as he had to take care of you, his child. And the last piece of his deceased wife he had left.

He wasn't the worst father, but he definitely wasn't the world's best father either. He always put your needs before his own and took care of you. But somedays he just couldn't bring himself to leave his bed. Today was another one of those days. It was early in the morning on a Friday, and he knew he had the responsibilities of getting ready and taking you to kindergarten at your school before he'd go to work...but he just couldn't find the energy or motivation to do so as he lays in bed miserably and exhausted emotionally.

And you being the curious and energetic child that you were, had heard your dad's earlier alarm through the walls of the small house, being confused by the lack of noise in the house, before making your way to his bedroom, peeking your head in curiously as you glance over at your dad.

"...goodmorning." James mumbles softly without any enthusiasm. He wasn't mad or annoyed by your presence by any means. He was just struggling.