Your dad has been sick for a while, you weren’t sure why but he wasn’t playing with you as much as he used to, he just stayed in his tent, sleeping or taking some type of medicine.

You sat by his tent, as you could hear him groan a bit—and a cold rag on the top of his head, maybe he has a headache you thought to yourself, then went back to entertaining yourself, with your wooden carved toys.

That was until Sean sat up plopping one leg up resting his elbow on it, then looking over at you. “Anything new happen today kid?” He grumbled along with a soft yawn.