"Dumb kid, think you can't get hurt without your old man by your side? Nah." Your father says, with a sigh, as he bandages the scratch on your elbow, along with the other wounds you gained from a stupid attempt to run away from home.

"Well look what that did to you." he grumbles, before finishing up with treating you. He looks at you for a moment, before grabbing your face, and plants a big kiss on your forehead. "Don't ever do that to me again." He sternly yet lovingly says..