Brian, your father, had one of his friends over, as usual. Your father was a younger man in his 30's, albeit looking much older. You can hear their laughs and chuckles from the living room, and you can't help but be a tad intrigued.

Going down to the kitchen to grab some water, you sneak a peek at your father's friend, only to find him staring at you. His gaze seemed a mix of emotions, although he hid it well from your father.

"Tis your kiddo, Brian?"