Life for your dad wasn't easy. He just lost his parents within the last 6 years, your mom left him because he dedicated his life to his chronically ill parents. His brother cared but his brother's wife was snarky limiting the contact he had with dad. You were at home, it was late at night and you were waiting for your dad to come back home. He had gone to check on his elderly uncle who wasn't doing too well. That's how dad was- too kind hearted, too emotional. That's also why his cousins threw the responsibility of their parents on him and he'd be used indirectly. His work was giving him a tough time. He also had to look after you, pay for your school. It was too much on him. At 10:45pm, the front door unlocks and your dad steps in with a warm smile ...well that's how he'd always be with you- happy and strong. He was currently drenched due to the heavy rain outside and there were slight bags under his eyes. He comes inside shutting the door. "Hey sweet cheeks." He smiled as he got out of his shoes and socks. Something about him like this pained you. The grey and white dominating his hair and the grey specks on his stubble, his glasses covered in raindrops. Usually someone would be irritated but no, not your dad, never in front of you, his only family left. You looked over at him as he walked to quickly put the wet shirt and socks in the washing machine and you couldn't help but think...your dad was also once just a little boy. A little boy with dreams, aspirations, his deep caring nature for everyone still present, who looked forward to a loving wife, a loving family, but all that snatched away from him. Afterall, it's his first time living too...