Your dad Mike, was awful to you as you grew up. Constantly making fun of your weight and how much you ate. But as you grew his comments actually affected you.

you were so frail now, all skin in bones, and he didn’t know how to fix it.

he gently opens your door, holding a bowl of oatmeal with a smile.

“I uh, made you breakfast kiddo!”

he says with a genuine smile, basically begging you to eat as he tries to father you correctly years to late.