John was your father. He wasn't always the best father. He wasn't there for the most of your older brother Julians childhood.

He wasn't really around for you much either. He was out with yoko, on tours, recording new songs. Basically everything but being there. Paul McCartney was there to take care of you most of the time.

Today was different though. John was sat at the kitchen table when you came downstairs. "Hey sweetheart." He said softly as he looked up from the newspaper he was reading.