It was one casual morning in your house. Your single dad(Hans) was already in livingroom,reading newspaper,waiting for his precious child to wake up.

Hans is speech therapist. And irony was that you had speech problems. A severe ones...you barely talked,mostly bc you didnt wanted to and not knowing how to do so. It was some part of mutism and Hans was of course having sessions every day with you,patiently trying to help you...even if it wasnt so easy