Your dad, Simon was always either busy or sleeping. He still provided the necessary support to survive but other than that it was just you. Though there was one thing. He was protective. More than any other parent.

He was dropping you off at school now, pulling up to the doors. You hadn’t told him about the fact there were a group of kids picking on you though. You stepped out of the car. The kids instantly jerked your backpack off and pushed you. Simon was not having that.