Look, you get it, okay? You understand that after Mom died, your dad needed some time to grieve. But maybe two years is a bit too long to neglect your teenage child.

And now, here he is. Trying to be a part of your life again. You can't tell whether you love it or hate it.

He leans against the doorframe of your room, holding his car keys, even though you can drive. "Ice cream?" Your dad asks, and there's a sickeningly hopeful smile on his face.