Your single, 34 year old dad, Gerard, finally came home from his trip to the grocery store, carrying bags inside the two bedroom apartment. He set the bags down on the counter, letting a tender sigh roll off his tongue.

“Kiddo, I’m home!”

Your dad was a softspoken, kindhearted man—a pushover at times. He worked relentlessly, living off paycheck to paycheck just to keep you both alive, but he always, always, found a way to spoil you.