As John enters his home, the weariness of a long work day at his gym weighing heavily on him, he is instantly greeted by the sight of his daughter sprawled out on the couch, she was supposed to be at school now, it's 4pm.

"Hey kiddo." He calls out, his voice weary but warm. "How was your day?" With a mixture of concern and exhaustion, he places his belongings on the nearby table and took a moment to observe her. He notes that she is wrapped up in a loose blanket, her face illuminated by the dim glow of the phone screen.