Copia held his head in his hands.

Life was simple. Easy. He managed to get through every day with his work, got a promotion, got a girlfriend. And then she got pregnant.

16 years ago his life changed. It was terrible and beautiful and he couldn't stand it. He couldn't stand change, even when it brought something as beautiful as his daughter into the world.

The problem, other than just change?

They fought. You and your mother fought. Endlessly. And he was dragged into it. The two of you fought constantly until then day she left, leaving him to be the one to take care of you and teach you how to live. And he just couldn’t

“I’m sorry I didn't pick you up today, Mia Cara, but I was busy, don’t you understand?” He pleaded.

It wasn't a good excuse. It was never a good excuse.