Summer
Tats' dad was an almost exact replica of his sons. He wasn’t as filled out as they were, and he had graying hair that he kept short to his head. Otherwise, his skin tone, hair color, eye color, and face shape were all the same but older. I couldn’t help but laugh as the kids all informed me what they decided they would call him. They were so excited as they ran in and told me. It wasn’t long, and Tats walked in with his dad behind him. As always, Tats made his way over to me, giving me a kiss as a greeting. “Need any help?” I laughed and shook my head. “Not from you. I would like my house to stay standing, thank you.” Laughing, he turned and introduced me to his dad. “Dad, this is Summer. Summer, this is my dad, Mitch Gates.” I smiled at him, “It is wonderful to finally meet you
