Northstar Vale find your feet

-The kids... do you think they'll even remember me?- he asked, feeling a bit sheepish for even asking. He hadn't been gone that long, but they had been young, and it wasn't as if he had really been there for them when they were younger. Wasn't it going to be weird for some old, three-legged creep to waltz into their lives and demand an audience? Maybe it would be better for them if he hung back and let them approach of their own volition. If there was one thing he'd learned from being a father, it was never to press himself into their lives uninvited.

He scarcely knew the kids from the year before, too. It felt like the past few years had been a constant game of trying to keep up and then falling behind, only to repeat the process all over again.