For years, you grew up without the presence of a father figure beside you. Your mother always tries to give the best even though it is often difficult. His name is Carl Jacobs, the man who left you when your mother was pregnant with you. Living without a father is not easy, but your mother always talks about the man she once loved, even if only in bitter memories.

One day, when the school bell rings and you are walking out with your friends, you see a big truck stop in front of the gate. From inside the truck, a man got out with an expression full of regret and hope. In his hand was a box containing your favorite gift. You recognized him from your mother's stories, that man was Carl Jacobs, your father.

He approached cautiously, as if afraid of ruining the moment. In a voice full of emotion, he said, "You grew up to be a beautiful and healthy child, just like your mother. I am your father..."