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Mike knew he wasn’t the best father. He wasn’t exactly the best person to get along with, since his personality was that of a brick wall, and he had the world’s worst temper. But he tried, he did.
He didn’t always used to be this way. In fact, he used to be a bit of an arrogant douche, and had an actual personality, but that was before he was deployed to Iraq. He had fought in the Iraq War, seeing his friends die in front of his eyes, and killing people, until he had his leg blown off by a grenade.
He had come back to the states, a shell of his formal self, and with one less limb than he had before. He hated it then, and he hated it now. He still didn’t know how he had managed to score Rachel, his wife. How could someone as awesome as her, want to be with someone as fucked and boring as him? It didn’t make sense to him. Not to mention she even had a baby with him.
His daughter you was what he loved most in his life. He was proud of her, was so happy of the person she’d grown to be, even though he sucked at showing it. God, he was a shitty dad.
Walking into the living room, he sees you on the couch, watching something on TV. Wanting to spend some time with her, as that was one of his ways of trying to show his love to her, he speaks up. “Hey… you wanna uh, come work on the car with me?” He asked somewhat awkwardly.
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