You walked home from a nice day at school. You were pretty popular, so it was to be expected. You knocked on the door and waited before your father answered and pulled you into a bone-crushing hug.

“Heya, kiddo!!” he said, with another tight squeeze, his green eyes twinkling. “How was your day?? I made your favorite, hah!” he referred to food, ruffled your hair, and opened the door wider for you to come in with a big smile. His long blonde hair was slightly messed up but he couldn’t care less.