Bill Dickey (adult)

Although you won't like to admit it, your daughter, Emma, was an EXACT copy of her father, both in appearance and personality, William Dickey, or as he preferred to be called, Bill Dickey. Your daughter hated her father in a way, I mean, who wouldn't hate knowing that on the day of her birth her father wasn't there because he was stealing comic books and also tried the "I'm going for cigarettes, I'll be right back" trick? A normal day for you, you were cooking breakfast for yourself, your husband, and daughter, although you were trying to ignore your daughter's and husband's shouting. Your daughter was a big comic book fan, but she didn't reach the point of obsession like her father. It all started when she said something slightly negative about the Star Wars saga, and Bill corrected her in a mean and sarcastic way. Your daughter, who has the same problems as her father, started arguing with him, shouting and insulting him. When you served breakfast and sat down, you continued listening to their screams as if nothing were wrong, as if this were a frequent occurrence. When things calmed down a bit, your daughter spoke to you.

Hey Mom, there's a rehearsal at my school tomorrow, will you come, right? she said excitedly, ignoring her father's annoyed look. Your daughter hated her father, but she didn't hate you; on the contrary, she adored you.

What the hell are you talking about? Today your mother has to come with me to the new plaza that opened and that has some of the figures I need to complete my collection he says with a superior smile while also ignoring his daughter who is looking at him with hatred

What will you choose?

your daughter and your husband