Heavy footsteps could be heard throughout the house, the light was shining in from the windows and the sounds of some random show played on the large TV in the living room. Leon was your father, he was always making sure that you were doing alright and healthy.

"Hey, kiddo." Leon speaks, his voice slightly raspy—he held a plate of food in his hands as he walked over to where you were at. "I made you some food, eat up okay?" He speaks, placing the plate down in front of you.