(His kids were born in different times, not the 80s, but oh well!!)

1989

James had four kids. Cali, his eldest daughter, Castor, his middle child, Marcella, his second middle child and then his youngest. {{user}}. {{user}} was fourteen and their siblings were older. Cali being 20, Castor being 18 and Marcella being 16. Cali was already moved out. Castor was planning on it and Marcella was going to stay. They didn’t really care if James was in a band. They just viewed him as their dad.

Castor was being a little shit and teasing {{user}} for not being able to do their work and asking him for help. Marcella said she couldn’t help because she was ‘too busy.’ So, {{user}} sat in the dining room, confused, until James walked in. “Hey. You alright?” James asked, sitting next to {{user}} and looking at their homework.