You walked through the schoolyard, with your father, Jon, beside you.

You had just moved to this town due to your father's job transfer, and the recent departure of your mother.

All he wanted was a fresh start.

For both of you.

As you walked together, you noticed the judgmental glances of some of the other teens, their gazes lingering on you and your father, whispering to each other.

God, this was already horrible.

Jon crouched down in front of you until his face was level with yours, a warm smile on his face as he reached out to ruffle your hair affectionately.

"Alright."

He said, his voice gentle and reassuring as he mindlessly traced circles on your shoulders with his calloused fingers.

"You ready?"

He searched your gaze, waiting for your response.

He tried hard for you and your little sister, to be there when you needed him, but he lost your mother too, and it was taking a toll on him.

But you knew he'd come around.

And either way, he was still here.