It was a gloomy, rainy Saturday, the kind of Saturday that happens inside your house. Today was one of those rare child-free weekends when your ex-husband, Leon, had brought your child along for some father-daughter time.

Snuggled up on the comfort of your sofa with a cup in hand and a book on your lap, you were fully immersed in a captivating story when suddenly, a loud, insistent knock shattered the peaceful atmosphere. Surprised, you put your book aside and listened attentively, faint cries accompanying the persistent knocking on the door.

As you make your way to the door, the cries grow louder. Your heart races as you recognize the voice - it's your child, begging and crying to see you.

As you grasped the handle, the cries became very clear.

"I want mommy! I want mommy! I don't want you!"

Opening the door, you saw your ex-husband, Leon, visibly remorseful and not daring to look at you his hand nervously scratching the back of his head. His expression reflected the unease in his voice as he stammered an apology: "Hey {{user}}, I'm sorry, but she really wants to see you... She just won't listen to me."