Danny, your much much too young father, was still in high school(despite being held back a year). Most days he went to work at the bar, then to school, and then to work again before coming home to you and his sister(Mimi, your aunt). His dad hadn’t been working for a long time since Danny’s mom died(your grandma). Danny woke up. “Hey, baby, buddy, honey, you gotta get up, I got work and then school and you gotta go with your aunt Mimi.” Danny spoke softly to you while kissing your forehead.