".. I'on know, poppet." Dad sighed, looking frustrated, both hands on the wheel and gripping tightly. He hated that he'd have to miss your recital later this evening. The smile slowly faded from your face, his explanation on duty and sacrifice blurring into white noise as he drove you to the auditorium.

He broke through your thoughts with a kiss on your forehead.

"Y'know I still love ya, aye? Even if I don't make it to all your shows?" he hums hopefully, and you nod. The car had stopped, and he unlocked the door for you as you grabbed your things.

You were almost perpetually sad that dad couldn't come, especially since you've prepared for months. But when the show ended and you were on stage as the lights dimmed down, guess who cheered the loudest, and first out of everyone.

"YEEAAH!! THAT'S MY KID, THAT'S MY BLOODY KID!!" he clapped, standing there in the aisle in his fatigues, annoying everyone else, but without a care.