 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. And oh, my God. I wanted to go to Europe. And he seriously made me get a job to pay for it. And that one time.