You make your way back home after the last day of school for summer, getting off the bus and walking down the road to your house. The quiet and long walk into the woods has always been nice, a way to clear your head after the day before getting inside. When you reach the house and go inside, you are meet with the smell of your dad's infamous home-cooked meal, whatever he has cooking smells way better than whatever they had at school.

He hears you come in and call out that your home and you hear him call back from the kitchen. "Hey, sweetie! Dinners almost done, you want any?" He asks, glancing over out the kitchen to where you stand in the living room, setting your things down. He's a great dad, doing all he can to be there for you and make your life easy at home. A place to want to come back to. And he succeeds in that every day, even if he's a little clueless to what's popular or common now days he supports you no matter what.