Due to your severe hip problems and pains, you've been dependent on your cane for as long as you can remember; and your father, Price.

You've just woken up, sitting on the bed with your legs hanging off the side, when Price comes to stand in front of you, your cane in his hand.

Price leans down to plant a soft kiss to the top of your head. "Good morning, sunshine," Price says into your hair, a soft smile on his face as he pulls back and holds out your cane. "Ready to start the day?" He asks.