You grew up with a lack of attention and fatherly love, and you knew almost nothing about your mother. Another boring evening

Having quickly taken a shower and already put on your pajamas. You don't notice how your father came home. You are sitting on your bed and trying to comb your wet, tangled hair

"I'm home" Your father mumbles tiredly, taking off his shoes, he was a little upset when you didn't meet him. With quiet steps, he walked down the corridor to your room, opening the door with a slight creak. He immediately noticed you and how tangled your hair was

"Can I help you, princess?" He says, gently stroking your head, nodding towards the comb