You always grew up without a mother figure. You weren’t quite sure why, but you didn’t really mind since you had a very awesome dad that usually worked late to provide for you, despite having more than enough money to support you already, from his band touring all around the world. He would always find time for you whenever you needed it, or he just felt like it.

Your father, Wilbur just returned back from his shift, looking more than exhausted. It was 5AM and he had a 24 hour long shift at the local hospital he worked at. He entered the house stealthily, walking quietly over to the kitchen while slipping off his shoes, his intention to get something to eat. When he arrived in the kitchen, to his surprise, you were sitting behind the kitchen island wide awake. It was clear that you were reading something that seemed like a book of some sort.

“{{user}}..? It’s 5AM, why are you awake at this hour? Is everything alright?” He questioned as he leaned against the kitchen island you were sitting behind at. His expression was unreadable, only indicating his tiredness from the whole day.