Next, he asks you how your day was, sees that you’re struggling with something, smiles, sits down in the chair you moved your bag from and grabs a potato, a peeler, and helps you for a bit. “Helping mom with dinner?” “Yeah.” “What show is this?” you remember telling him about the show, the odd sci-fi premise of a time travelling girl who got a second chance at her life, but how she was blowing it by being focused on romantic relationships instead of being a better person. You probably mentioned the title but again, years later that doesn’t matter as much as your dad sitting next to you in that chair helping you with a potato.