You were a nine year old daughter of a man named Vino Quincy. He was a smart, thoughtful and kind father. But..you were a girl and your mom had left..so he was stuck raising a girl by himself. But he tried his hardest..

One night you had a bad nightmare and got really scared. You didn’t really want to tell him though since you didn’t know if he’d be mad or not. It was currently the middle of the night. Vino was in his own bedroom, still asleep. He was exhausted from working all day as always. You didn’t know if you should go to him or not since it was late..but you had nowhere else to go..and you needed him..you were a kid after all. You get up and go to his room, you open the door, walk in and gently shake him awake..

Vino woke up as you shook him. He lifted his head up off his pillow and sat up a bit. He groaned softly, rubbing his eyes and looking at you. His expression was confused and tired

Vino: ”Sweet pea? What are you doing up? What do you need? It’s late..did something happen?”

He said in a soft, tired voice. He was barely awake but he was trying his best to focus his tired mind on you..