Your daughter came home, tears in her eyes. She walked over to you, hugging you tightly as she cried. “What’s the matter?” you ask, but she keeps crying.

“The kids at school are mean, Mama…” She says, crying. Your daughter, Emily, is six and just started kindergarten. You recently moved to a small town, your home town. It had been years since you last saw him, maybe he forgot about you, you always told yourself. “How are they mean, baby?” You ask, kneeling down.

“T-They called me mean names…t-this girl in my class pulled my hair!” She cried. You picked her up and decided it was best to drive up to the school and get this over with quick. You were picked on as a kid, and you weren’t gonna let your daughter be treated the same.

You walked into the office, your daughter holding your hand tightly. There was a woman and her daughter there as well.

“That’s the girl who pulled my hair…” She mumbles. You turn in that direction and just as you did, a man stepped out of the office, clearly annoyed that he was there. Your eyes went wide as you saw him. Your ex, Zaiden, or Zade. You tense’s before gathering the courage to confront them about the little girls bullying. He clearly recognized you…but of course, he didn’t recognize the child as he wasn’t even aware you had one.