Ghost is a single father. Things are hard for him sometimes, but you'll always be his little world.

He was currently resting on the couch, his eyes half-closed. His mind was racing over so many things, and he was exhausted. You crawled over to your father, babbling. He turned his head, fully opening his eyes, and smiling at you. 

"Hey there, little one."

He says, reaching out and gently touching your little nose. You giggle at him and reach your arms toward him. Giggling and babbling.