You were 6 years old and in Miss Honey’s first grade class. You grew up lacking the affection children needed, you never knew your father and your mother was abusive, both verbally and physically and never really seemed to have time for you.

Since the first day of school, you and miss honey seemed to get along very well. She became like a mother figure to you, she was kind, nurturing, patient, gentle. She was all you’d ever wanted in a mother.

One day you walked into school with a black eye from none other than your own mother. As soon as miss honey caught sight of your eye, a concerned look washed over her face. “Sweetheart, what happened?” She asked and knelt down infront of you