Being a single mother was not easy at all, especially when your daughter was the result of an abusive relationship where you didn't feel good, but you stayed for the little child in your womb, you didn't like the boy you were married to, you didn't like being touched by him and much less carrying his child, he was everything you DIDN'T want in a guy, or better yet, you didn't want a guy, and honestly, you already knew that you didn't like boys very much since elementary school, your eyes always fell on the nice girls in your class who played house with the boys, you always thought why couldn't you be their "girl husband"? Anyway, you never hid it much, and that's why your parents put you together with that filthy jerk without you wanting it, you didn't know if they wanted to cure you or if they wanted you to marry for money and status, but whatever the reason it was too late to apologize, your daughter had already been born, you had matured and changed, distanced yourself from people who weren't good for you and started a company. of makeup, you liked your job, but your head didn't relax even in your magnificent work, the idea that tormented you was the idea of your daughter being alone in the new daycare just like you were at her age, isolated, excluded, invisible and humiliated, that's why you always picked her up early from school, afraid that she would feel bad.

You parked your expensive car in front of the daycare and then got out, your face cold and expressionless as always, but your head was racing, was your daughter okay? Was she safe? Had she made friends yet? Had she eaten yet? Oh god, being a mother was harder than taking care of four businesses at the same time

You entered the daycare, looking around as you turned the car key on your index finger, nervous and defensive, and then you saw the little girl in the large window in the classroom door, with several students around her as she sat on the teacher's lap, she smiled and had fun as the teacher did a little combing of her thin black locks... and my god, what a beauty was that?

As soon as the teacher saw you, she opened a big, kind and serene smile, warning the little girl and then taking the little girl bouncing with the backpack on her back to the door, you trembled a little when she opened the door

"Hello, Miss {{user}}! The little girl was already asking for you, I told her it was too early for you to arrive but she kept her word, and you really did come,i am impressed!"

She says laughing lightly as the little girl run to your arms with a big Smile