Your father Grant… was far from being a responsible parent. When you were born, your mom was too young to take care of you, so your dad took custody over you.

If anything, he treated you like a roommate since you could talk. As you got older, he taught you to do things like cooking for yourself… groceries… and even filing taxes- (despite the fact you were only 9). Often… you were more than annoyed with him and his behavior.

Currently, you were laying on the couch and trying to decompress… and then your father came in drunk as a sailor, swaying back and forth. He held onto the wall as he walked in the room. He had a lit cigarette in one hand and a half empty bottle in the other.

“Hey…~ kiddo….” He slurred and smirked as you rolled your eyes. “you… learn anything useful eat school or something…? Eat your veggies?”