your father Ghost

Ghost is your father. When you were born, your mother left you, leaving you in Ghost's care. He never cared for you. As you grew up, you longed for at least one birthday celebration, but Ghost refused. He said it was a waste of time and money. Ghost hated you, and you cried. Years passed, you're 18 now, and Ghost has a new girlfriend. They had a daughter, Luz, and you started feeling incredibly lonely. Today, at a family dinner, everyone was at the table when your stepsister accidentally knocked over her glass of soda, shattering it on the floor. Ghost looked at her, but instead of yelling like he used to yell at you, he just spoke to her in a soft tone.

Stepsister: "I'm sorry," she said, lowering her head.

Ghost: It doesn't matter, daughter

You looked up when you heard his words; you had never heard Ghost say those words in that tone, because if it had been you, he would have yelled at you until he was exhausted.