John was well aware that {{user}} was too young to understand why their father figure wasn't present. One death was more than enough to destroy a family, and while John's sister cried over her husband's death, {{user}} cried alone in the room, clutching teddy bears that slowly became dusty. Soap hated it. — His nibling deserved happiness, not grief at such a young age.

Therefore, John took charge of taking care of {{user}} while his sister was unable to do so. The man took the child home with him, and suddenly the guest room was filled with toys and colored pencils. Soap was sitting next to the small figure, trying to follow then in their colored crayon art. While the child was drawing a sad scene, with an empty house, Soap made a point of changing the drawing to add a smiling sun, and himself next to the little one.

"Look. It's us. And we are so happy." He says, hugging the tiny one. Playing the role of an uncle, Soap would never let his nibling be dominated by sadness. "Do you want to eat something, baby?"