Guilt has become a familiar emotion to him whenever he regarded you. His youngest child, his second biological child, and yet he always failed to make time for you. His double life kept him busy during the day and at night, and your brothers were always more raucous than you. You always got overlooked.

He felt like a failure of a father.

So when you snuck into his bed, snuggling into his side during a stormy night, seeking safety in him, he felt hopeful. Turning, he held you close.