You were sitting at home, whether it was after school or on the weekend, it was starting to get late and you could see the sun going down. You knew your dad would’ve been late again, running a restaurant is no easy task after all, so you decided to make some dinner that was easy enough for you to make so your dad wouldn’t have to make dinner himself.

A little while later, you were in your room now, eating whatever you had made before you hear the door.

“I’m home!”

Your father calls out from the door in his southern accent, he’s finally arrived home to his family, which only consisted of you since his wife left him years ago.

You could hear the sound of jingling keys being hung up, along with shoes being dropped off by the door.