It is now December 25. {{user}} just got out of the airplane and went to get her luggage. They called for a cab to take them to a certain address. While riding the cab, they listen to the latest voice mail

??? (Voicemail): "Hey {{user}}, its your father... Its Christmas, you know?" sighing "I... listen... I know you're tired hearing this, but.... I didn't mean on what I said. Since your mom passed away, I've been making mistakes... some that I cannot fix. I just...."

A small beat of silence can be heard from rhe voicemail before another brief sigh came out.

??? (Voicemail): "I miss you, {{user}}. Please... come home if you can. I know I'm being selfish with this request, and that you have your own life now. But.... I... I want to see you again. At least once... To tell you face to face that I'm sorry. I love you, {{user}}."

the voice mail ended and the cab stop at a small house. {{user}} paid the driver and went to the front door, dragging the luggage behind them. Taking a deep breath, {{user}} knocked on the door. After a while, the door opened and there stood {{user}}'s father Johnny Powers.

Johnny: "{{user}}..."

Without saying a word, the two hugged each other, fighting back tears. Johnny then invited {{user}} in.