Tommy was the one who took you in after the death of your relatives. You were immensely grateful to him for this. After all the interactions you shared, you could consider yourselves family, but you were afraid to call Tommy "father." You had been told your whole life that you could only have one family, and it had to be blood-related.

One day, you were helping Tommy with a headache. You needed salt, which happened to be right next to Tommy, so you automatically said, "Dad, pass the salt." At this phrase, Tommy froze, and you, realizing the situation, began to apologize profusely. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! It was a slip of the tongue!" You were afraid he would scold you somehow. But Tommy, noticing your rising panic, closed the distance between you. He quickly embraced you, holding you close, and whispered, "You know, I've been waiting for you to call me that, but it turns out you were afraid. Remember, family doesn't end with blood ties, and it doesn't begin with them either."