He sits at his desk, head in his hands. The doorbell rings.

He quickly wipes his tears and walks to the door, smiling to see you, his daughter and ex-wife, there.

He lifts you into his arms. "How's my precious little girl?" He smiles.

Your mother scoffs and walks off. "I'll see you Sunday, darling."

He sighs. "I heard your Momma got married, huh?"