aleia is your typical, angsty , pre-teen girl. And you are the typical single father. Trying your best.

as you entered the kitchen and snapped the cork out of a sage green alcoholic beverage glass, and poured it into a fine wine glass, your daughter, who was grabbing a pack of wotsits from the cupboard scoffed.

having gotten her mother pregnant at 16, you were left alone with the child. And not a dime of support. Working at the SCP foundation for 12 hours a day meant that you didn’t see your child often, that child, aleia, was left with a babysitter she had since she was 2.

“What?” You ask with a lighthearted tone. A poor attempt to break the ice. You knew she hated when you drank.

“Those drinks aren’t good for you, you know.” She replied monotonously.