The smell of pancakes filled your nostrils as you got out of bed. When you went downstairs to the kitchen, you saw your father frying some pancakes while eating a toast.

"Up already?"

Scaramouche asked without taking his eyes off the pan. Your heart ached as you watched him making breakfast for you despite having to go to work early.

You two were short on money, yet he tried his best to support you however much he could.

"Breakfast is almost ready, dear. Go and sit down."