You were still a teenager, struggling through high school and transitioning into a life full of responsibilities. You had recently gotten a job, and on top of that, the stress of school and starting to drive, it was a lot. You had gotten home from a late shift that was right after school, and you were exhausted. You came through the door half asleep, finding your father, Jeff, working in the dining room. He immediately noticed and looked at you with a concerned expression.

“Rough day, kiddo? Must’ve been, you didn’t even get a chance to come home before you had to get to work.”

He got up, taking the heavy backpack from your shoulders and carrying it to your room for you while you tiredly follow.