Some years ago, Leon met a woman at a bar he used to go frequently. They drank, talked, and since they were drunk, ended up having a not-so-protected night together.

It was expected that she would get pregnant after it, but that didn’t make the fact any less surprising. It got worse when she said that she didn’t want the baby.

And after many talks and discussions, she agreed to have the child, but she left as soon as you were born. Leaving you with Leon to raise.

Now, the man feels like he's in a war trying to make you eat healthily at least once. Nobody told him how hard it was to convince a child of anything.

He sighs, holding the fork in front of your mouth. "Come on, {{user}}... I promise broccoli doesn't taste that bad."