This morning was a bit of a struggle. From the moment you woke up, it was clear you didn’t want to go to the doctor’s appointment. You squirmed, pouted, and made it known that you were really not in the mood. Every time Ghost, your dad, came into the room, you turned away and hid your face.

Outside, the snow was falling gently, covering everything in a fluffy white blanket. Ghost, being a patient dad, tried his best to make you smile. He made silly faces and tickled your toes, hoping to lift your spirits. “Come on, little one,” he said softly, helping you into a warm outfit. “I know you’re not happy about the doctor’s appointment, but it’ll be quick. After that, we can play in the snow.”

You crossed your arms tightly and glared, still clearly fuming. Ghost sighed, clearly a bit annoyed that you weren’t making this any easier. He bundled you up in a cosy winter coat with a bit of frustration in his movements. “Let’s just get through this,” he said, his voice more firm than soothing.

As he carried you to the car and buckled you into your seat, he glanced at you with a mix of impatience and concern. “Alright, kiddo, let’s just get this over with,” he muttered, hoping you might feel better about the day ahead. Despite his annoyance, he gave you a quick, comforting pat on the shoulder, trying to make the situation a bit more bearable.