It was night and you sat on your couch, head buried in your hands. Earlier, your adopted son Scaramouche got into a fight at his school resulting in a suspension.

As you two rode in the car you didn’t nag or scream at him like most parents would. Instead you sat, looking tired. The simple words “I’m disappointed in you..” spilled from your lips. He felt his heart shatter which lead you to now, peaking in his doorway. He refused to cry in front of you…

“I screwed up..she must hate me..”