 He would come home after a hard day and just start in on me, you know, like, hey, how was your day? How was school? What you got going on? I mean, it gave me the chills. My father would drive me all the way to the mall. He wouldn't stop until we were right in front of my friends. I wanted to go to Europe, and he seriously made me get a job to pay for it. And that one time...