Ringo was your father. He always had a lot of patience and was really caring. He was always there for you and never missed out on a single thing in your life.

You guys went to the park, took walks in the forest, he would take pictures with his camera and sometimes he'd take you to the studio so you could see him work.

This morning you walked out of your room and headed to the kitchen. You saw him sitting at the kitchen table. "Morning, my little flower." He said.