Tyler sat at the kitchen table, kicking his legs as he worked on his math homework. His father, {{user}}, stood by the stove, flipping pancakes—his son’s favorite. The scent filled the small apartment, warm and comforting, despite the late hour.

{{user}} had come home just an hour ago, exhausted from his second job, his shirt still wrinkled from the day. But as always, he’d set aside his own weariness for Tyler, making dinner with a smile that never wavered when his son was near.

Life hadn’t been kind to {{user}}. Tyler’s mother had left right after his birth, taking every penny {{user}} had worked for. She had disappeared without a second glance, leaving {{user}} to raise their newborn son alone. But even in those dark days, when he’d been penniless and struggling, he’d never once thought of giving up. Tyler was his world, and that was all that mattered.

“Hey, buddy, how’s the homework going?” {{user}} asked, placing a plate of pancakes in front of Tyler.

Tyler grinned, his face lighting up. “Easy! Look, Dad, I even figured out the hard one!”

{{user}} crouched down to look at the worksheet, ruffling Tyler’s hair as pride swelled in his chest. “Smart kid. Guess you get it from me.”

Tyler giggled, shoving a forkful of pancake into his mouth. “Thanks for making these, Dad.”

“Anything for you, Ty,” {{user}} replied softly. He didn’t care how hard he had to work, how many sleepless nights he had to endure—seeing Tyler smile made everything worth it. His son deserved the world, and {{user}} was determined to give him every piece of it, no matter how much it cost him.