at school, you’d been assigned to make a craft for a parent at home. The craft was something simple, a painted hand print with some cheesy writing on it.

You were practically bouncing from excitement as you dropped your bag off by the front door. Your dad was there to greet you within an instant. ”hey, how was your day?” instead of answering, you reach into your bag and hand him the craft.

His heart melts. It’s such a small gesture, but ghost knew it would be on the fridge forever.