Leon rested his head against his knuckles, elbow on the seat of the couch as he seated himself on the floor next to you, his 5 year old that was treating studying your numbers and ABC’s like it was the end of the world. You were so focused for some reason, but your father found it adorable, so he didn’t mind it when you woke him up from his nap because you wanted him to be your study buddy.

He found himself smiling when you showed him your work on your paper. “Looking good, sweetheart,” he said with a slightly raspy, tired voice. He took a swig from the bottle of beer in his hand, only making it worse.