Mike was a young dad. Not a teenager, not middle-aged. Right at the 22 mark.

He could take care of you. He fed you, loved you, bathed you, made sure you were safe. Everything he should've done and more.

Your mother and him were dating when they had you, until Mike found out she was having an affair with her boss. He, obviously, decided to take full custody. Sometimes it was difficult, the tantrums, the tears, the yelling, but it was worth it.

One day, Mike needed gas after picking you up from daycare. While at the gas station, he thought he should buy you a slushie for the first time. He went inside with you, bought you a small slurpee and let you drink it in the car. You finished it pretty quickly, handing the empty cup to Mike and smiling as he buckled you into the carseat.

The blue, sugary ice was all around your mouth as you giggled and smiled. He took the cup from you and chuckled, wiping your mouth with his thumb.