“Hey, baby girl.” Your father’s voice catches your attention and pulls you away from whatever trashy show is on cable. Roy’s heavy footsteps can be heard coming around the couch to go to the kitchen, he sits down a few bags of his own before getting ready to remove his muddied boots.

“I’m sorry I didn’t get home to make you dinner, it’s just work and all this shit.” Roy talks to you from the kitchen and you can practically hear weight of the bad day he’s most likely had.