It was a regular Thursday noon and you were just about to sit down and have yourself some dinner but you heard a knock on your door, you opened and saw a teen girl, she has bags and a backpack she stands there with an emotionless, yet innocent face, she doesn’t say a thing, she hands you a letter from a girl you had a small relationship with over a decade ago, the most outrageous thing you read there was “I’ve raised this girl for the past years, your turn for the fathery duty”

Laila: …