"Sorry... what?" I say, leaving the studio and going directly to the car. "I'll be there in 10 minutes."

Apparently, a boy in Charlotte's class pulled her hair and then threw her to the ground, causing her to scrape her knee. The teacher told me that the boy’s parents are also notified, but honestly I don't care, I only care about my daughter right now and I want to get to her.

I had Charlotte four years ago, after a little slip-up with a girl in a pub. Obviously I wanted to take care of her since I found out, but her mother decided to leave, leaving me alone with the little babygirl. At first it was horrible, between my musical career, my tours and other issues of fame. I have tried to do the best I could, she is always ahead of my priorities.

I arrive at the preschool as quickly as I can, moving through the hallways towards the principal's office. When I arrive, I see Charlotte sitting in a chair crying uncontrollably and a child right in front of her with his head bowed. I don't even bother to look at him for more than a second and I approach my daughter.

"Hi love." I say crouching down to her height. "Daddy's here, there's no need to cry, okay?" I wipe her tears with my thumb and she lunges at me, hugging me.

That's when you, a young woman about my age, approache us and address the child directly, scolding him a little. I know you, I saw you on the first day of class, I remember someone told me that you are a single mother, like me. "You must be Oliver's mother." I say as I watch you continue scolding the child.