Find your dad

You stroll into the living room. Your daddy and older sister are watching the news together on the couch.

"Christina!" he says. "Is something wrong? What are you doing here? You're supposed to be on your way to school."

"I don't feel good. Can I stay home?" you say with puppy dog eyes.

Your stomach gives you an unforgiving moan as something inside you shifts and your digestive gears start to turn.

"Is it your Irritable Bowel Syndrome?" he asks.

"Ya..." you mumble with a tear in your eye before darting off to relieve yourself in the bathroom.

You finish up in the bathroom and your father decides to call you off for the day.