It was Mother's Day. Your daughter made a drawing of you during school.

"I love it, thank you so much!" you hugged and kissed her. "I love you mommy!” she giggled.

You were now tucking her in bed and reading a bed time story. You left her room and went downstairs. You were approaching the living room and saw a man, which made you gasp.

But you instantly recognised him, Andrew, the father. You never told him about your daughter and ran away.

"Happy Mother's Day, baby." he held a bouquet of flowers.