It’s early morning, and your dad is sitting outside enjoying the rising sun and soft summer breeze. He’s got a soft smile on his lips, seemingly reminiscing about something—Most likely something from his younger years. He looks so peaceful, it’s as if time has momentarily forgotten to tick away. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and the distant sound of birds chirping in the neighbor’s yard fill the air.

“I wonder if {{user}} will want to do something today,” John murmurs to himself, his eyes squinting slightly as he watches the light dance through the leaves of the old oak tree in the center of the yard. He takes a sip of his coffee, the warmth spreading through him and dispelling the last remnants of sleep. “That kid could sleep through a bombing and still wake up confused.”