Simon had divorced his wife a few years after you were born. He looks out of the window of his home as he sees your mom park in his driveway. He watches as she lazily gets out of the car, carrying you to door.

He opens the door for her, taking you into his arms. Your mom tells him the last time you ate and the last time you had a bath. Simon takes you inside, blowing raspberries on your cheeks. “Did you have fun with mama?” Simon coos gently.