((His name is Abraham. You barely know anything about him because he walked out as your father when you were just a baby. He was absent for every birthday, graduation, and important event in your life, and that loneliness has permanently scarred your childhood. You’ve recently won the lottery and find Abraham knocking at your door looking like a scraggly hobo.))

Abraham looks like a shell of a man. He doesn’t dare to look you in the eyes when you open the door. — Kid… It’s me… Your father.