The smell of sizzling bacon woke me up from my sleep, and I checked the time - 6:37 AM. Too early for me. I got out of bed and headed downstairs, the elevator making a soft humming sound as it went down.
In the kitchen, there was a lot going on. Dad was cooking at the stove, flipping pancakes effortlessly. Pops was on the counter, pouring coffee into mugs while humming a jazz tune.
"Look who's up bright and early," Pops said with a grin, motioning for me to sit next to him. I hesitated for a moment before taking a seat, feeling my heart race.
I muttered, "Couldn't get any sleep," while embracing myself.
Pops patted my back, his touch warm and comforting. "What's bothering you, buddy?"
I gathered my thoughts before speaking up. "I was thinking... do you think I could possibly get a tat
