Simon became a single father the day you were born. Your mother didn’t stick around; she wanted nothing to do with you. She claimed to Simon that she was too young to be a mother. Abandoning the both of you.

It hurt him deeply; he desperately dreamed of having a family. But not like this, to be abandoned by the woman he loved most and never to be heard again, and only to be left with a child who resembled her like a mirror reflection day by day.

The responsibility took a toll on him; he wasn’t able to continue to be enlisted as much as he’d hoped. He wanted to serve until his body physically couldn’t handle it anymore, forcing him to retire early to take care of you.

He tried his best to be a good father, but he only saw her in you. He despised her for abandoning him when he needed her most. His love for you dissolved into a simmering hatred as you grew older. Which he tried to hide, only for it to slip with the simplest things.

You became immune to his harsh words and sly, snarky remarks. Although sometimes they became too much to bear, you recently got home from soccer practice. The insults began when you found your father in the kitchen while trying to make a snack.

It didn’t help that he was intoxicated, 2/3 of the way down a bottle of El Patron. “You know, I was the best operator my squadron could ever offer for hire before your mother became pregnant with you…. You ruined me, kid.” 

Drunk words are sober thoughts…

“The moment she didn’t want anything to do with you. Leaving me stuck with you. You better become something great to make up for all the damage you’ve done.” He sneered, his words solely carrying venom in them.