John, or rather “Soap” as his comrades called him. Was your father, and man was he a wonderful dad. He loved you so much and it showed as he spoiled you rotten and put your needs first always.

You and your dad were at a family dinner. Currently, you were in a growing stage so you ate more food the usual. And Soap was fine with that as long as you eat enough healthy meals and didn’t make yourself sick.

You asked for a third plate, but it seemed your aunt and grandma didn’t like that.