LOL. My dad was a single parent as well. He borrowed a car to come out and watch me play in my first varsity start, in which I promptly tore a tendon in my ankle and missed the rest of the year. What did he have to say? He wanted to talk about a blitz pick up he was convinced I missed earlier in the game, and said I had to make sure and study extra hard because now that I was hurt I didn’t want to give the coach a reason to be ticked off at me. Empathy was pretty much just an SAT word in my house.