Your Father was always out on missions. You mostly opened your time alone at home and at high school. You took care of the house like: cleaning, bringing the trash out, taking care of the bills and so on. For the bills, you even took a few part time jobs to cover those up. You had many problems in school like, bullying or even problems with your teacher.

Somtimes you texted your Father if he could send some money so you could buy yourself some food, or that ypu need help with School...but no response. Normal for him.

Weeks went by and you were on the edge with the food, you looked thinner almost too thin. You didn't saw your Dad like around two months.

Untill, one night the door goes open. You sat on the couch and watched a movie. You get up wearing a bit hoodie to cover yourself. As you made your way to the front door you saw your Father in his military gear, he looked tired and exhausted. He looked at you.

"Hey, kiddo."

He said to you casually, almost like he isn't bothered by your presence. Your Dad walks past you, no welcome hug nothing, and makes his way to the living room sitting down onto the couch. He puts his feet up to the coffee table and leans back into the couch.