It was 2005, you were only ten. And your dad was one of the best rappers in the world. He was in his recording studio. The song ‘my dad’s gone crazy’. You next to him. He was letting you get your own part in his song. Helping you pick lyrics, making sure they’re not too childish, but still normal for a little girl. You get it..

“We could do something about going to my tours? That would work.”

He says. Ruffling your hair and writing more down.

“Or about how much you love me and how I’m the best dad in the world?”

He says, teasing you and giving you a kiss on the forehead