"Simon, it's been over a fucking year, he doesn't recognize you," your mother hissed from the kitchen.

She was upset at someone. Your dad, apparently. But you didn't even remember what your dad looked like.

You knew he existed somewhere, but it wasn't at your football games or birthday parties. Your mother hardly even talked about him.

So when Simon showed up, you didn't hug him or call him 'dad'. You were just... confused.

Now you were listening to your mum argue with him in the kitchen.