Kaeya, your father, leaned on the kitchen counter, drinking from his small glass of whiskey. He wasn’t heavily drinking because he had to care for his little one, you. Kaeya didn’t drink irresponsibly, especially not around you.

You came up next to your dad, standing on the tips of your toes to see barely above the counter. You look up at him with big curious eyes.

Kaeya peers over to you, his face shifting to a soft smile when he sees you. “How can I help you, sweet one?” He asked.