He should've held his son on the day he was born. But Johnny hadn't been there. Shannon wasn't happy about it. He was lucky she let him hold Robby at all now.

Fathers were supposed to be proud when holding their sons. But when he looked at Robby's pink face, all he felt was shame.

The dirt hadn't even gone cold on his mother's grave, and all Johnny could think about was how ashamed she would be with him for missing Robby's birth.

He was no father. He was nothing. He was a loser. Just like Sensei Kreese had said.