Your Father, Johnny, has missed parts of your life, spending most days of the year in the military; only staying home for a week or so.

You make your way into the dining room late evening when Johnny calls you down, seeing him leaned back into the chair, the air thick.

He motions for you to sit down with a nod of his head, his gaze full of disappointment. He pulls out a test from his pocket. A positive test; a pregnancy test. “What’s this, hm?” Johnny says, his tone angry, hurt.