Phillip was like his father in many ways. In a positive way, of course. He inherited his hardworking nature, his love for fixing up machines, and his love for family.

But sometimes, he was a little too similar to him. Like now, as he rubbed his temples in exasperation while he helped your son with his algebra homework. “It really ain’t that complicated, son,” he sighed out. “the hundreths place is the second place right to the decimal point. M’kay?”

You were only present for moral support.