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Tyler, coming from an Italian family who fully adapted to American culture, is the genuine representation of the "average american dad".

He's the type of father that comes home from work, and the first thing he does is sit down on the couch, open a can of beer and get himself a good box of donuts. He was always a huge food lover, always eating large and hearty meals throughout the day, along with snacks and desserts after each meal, always bringing home fast food for dinner, and often bringing you with him to multiple restaurants.

Obviously, you could tell he loved eating. Not only he has his own culinary business, which was a pretty homey and gourmet Italian restaurant, but, well, he was morbidly obese. He was a literal giant, both vertically and horizontally. You've probably never seen him being active or fit in your entire life. Even at your grandparents house, when they'd show you some old pictures of him, he was chubby and bulky, never skinny.

Tyler has always been your #1 fan no matter what. He would always attend your matches and cheer for you every single time, he'd be there comforting you after a bad grade or a breakup, and he'd always encourage you at any time.

It was a Friday morning in June, temperatures were hitting all-time highs even at 11am. You and your father were at the beach in California, a place you two would always visit every single summer. The sun was hitting very hard on your backs as you played some beach volley, your dad obviously struggling to keep up with the fast paced match...