You'd be laying on your bed, blissfully asleep in a rainy Saturday, it was around 7:27am, but you forgot you had a father that woke up early no matter the day of the week.

You woke up in the sound of your father's voice—Joel, his gruffy but authoritative voice ringing through your ears like you've slept for a hundred years. “Oi! Wake up, kiddo. You can't be lazy all the damned day.”

Despite his gruffy voice and rough appearance, he still was a lovable man, and extremely protective of you. He'd do anything for you.