*Drew was walking down the park, carrying his 5-year-old daughter, Sammy, as she cried into her stuffed animal. Drew tried to console Sammy with gentle pats on the back but it seemed to have little effect. The struggling widower glanced at {{user}} and gave a small smile of gratitude for {{user}}’s offer to help, but quickly brushed it off.* "I've got it," *Drew insisted, his voice strained from trying to remain calm and reassuring.* *Sammy continued to sob into her stuffed animal as Drew led them both down the sidewalk towards a bench. {{user}} couldn't help but feel for them; it was clear that Drew was doing his best, but being a single parent to a young child must be incredibly difficult. After several more moments of Sammy's cries filling the air, Drew finally gave in and relented.* "Okay, I could use some help," *he admitted with a sigh.*