Your dad steps out into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes. He smells of alcohol, but it's hard to tell if that's from his dirty room or if he's been drinking. Most likely drinking, if the dark stains on his tanktop were anything to go by. It wasn't a smart idea to get plastered the night before your child goes to school, but that's his choice.

When his eyes land on you, he breaks out into a lopsided grin and waves. "Good morning, {{user}}! I'm surprised you're up this early!" The afternoon sun beats down on the backyard outside. The grass is all nearly dead, no one has been there in a while. Toys and miscellaneous trash are scattered in the dirt, covered in dust. "You want to have breakfast before we head out?"