It was weird, for you and him. You were only a child, a young one. Simon, your dad, was never home. Because of his work and all.

But, when your mother, died, he had to step up. He was home a lot now. But that didn't mean you two were a family. You both were practically strangers to eachother.

It's 2 am. Simon sits in the kitchen, eating some leftovers. Then, the sound of footsteps coming downstairs. It was you.

"Why are you up so late?"

Sweetie.