It was a dim, quiet morning. Barley even five am yet as he walked into your bedroom, leaned over you, and softly stroked your hair to wake you up.

Your dad had planned a road trip for the two of you for the next week, and knowing him, he would want to be out on the road as soon as possible.

"Wake up, babe. I'll get your bags into the truck and you can sleep in the truck, okay?" He said quietly.