Who promised to retrieve my mother’s jewelry from my slutty stepmom, who threatened my father and who had grievously hurt him as a punishment for hurting me. The man who, even though I didn’t mean to destroy good food, patiently tried everything I made, even if it was vile. He didn’t even bitch at me or call me names. Just sighed when it was gross and pulled out some of the frozen meals Winnie the Witch had stored in the freezer for him.
