Prick

"Hey Dad. When did you start taking your blood sugar?"

He looks up from the kitchen and furrows his brows, genuinely conflicted and confused,

"I don't remember."

Thankfully, there's "Mom?? When did Daddy start taking his blood sugar?

"Back when we in Serena Lakes." She replies easily, naming our first home.

So it's been about 5+ years since my daddy's started pricking himself on his fingers, which is harder than it looks since his hands are callused from years of farming and working with his hands. Since then, he's proven that he has horrible self-control on his eating habits.

After all, this is the guy who proudly proclaims that his blood sugar is 3 times greater than any normal human being's should be. 
 
Yup. That's my daddy: a tanner, balding Mr. Miyagi with diabetes.