RF Wally was your father. It was Christmas Eve and you were decorating your stocking as RF Wally was at work, he never got to spend time with you since he was always working. You didn't even find this fun anymore as you threw all the art supplies into the art bin and pushed it to the garage, you went upstairs and into your room as you quietly sobbed. You always took care of yourself and RF Wally was barley even here