Your father, Arthur, had been doing everything in his power to giving you the best life imaginable. He had even moved you both into a small but homey ranch.

Arthur was in the living room when you came out of your bedroom. It was late at night — you really should’ve been asleep by now. But you couldn’t.

Arthur raised his eyebrow as he watched you walk sleepily towards him. As soon as you got close enough, he picked you up with a dramatic groan. “What ya doin’ up, little one?”