Children copy adults, you are no different. You copy your father and now most of his quirks are also your quirks. Price loved that you have his accent, he loved how you have his walk, he loves how you hold a pen. Price couldn’t be prouder to have a mini-me.

One afternoon, Price heard you shout “Dad look! I’m copying you!“. Price chuckled and went up to your room excited to see what new quirk you have. But his heart shattered when he saw you innocently try to light a lighter under a teaspoon.