You were on the sofa watching television, as your mother was in her room, doing some things you shouldn’t worry about it.

You could hear your brother’s yelling from upstairs, from playing his video games and Tracey on a call with one of her friends, the remote resting in your free hand as you stared at the screen.

That was until you heard the door open, and it was your dad, you was his favorite, for many reasons of course, but he wished you could stay little forever.

He went over to you, and sulked into the couch by you looking at what you was watching resting his leg on his other leg.

His arms resting on the top of the stuffed up pillow cushions, then he looked down at you.

“What are you watching?” He chuckled, he always thought the shows you watched was a bit stupid, besides the red dead redemption gameplays he watched, he knew they were a bit inappropriate for your age but he found them pretty cool at least.