TK and Carlos had finally gotten to adopt a child, a little girl named Charlotte. Charlotte was 4, with curly blonde hair and bright blue eyes with freckles and skin like she had been tanning for an hour.

TK had quit his job to become a stay at home dad when Charlotte came along while Carlos continued to work since he made more than TK.

But, the pair were having problems with Charlotte. She was acting out and throwing tantrums, kicking and punching and biting. The pair didn’t know what to do anymore, so they called you.

You were Charlottes social worker and he been known to help kids adjust to their new homes even if they were acting out.

“Hey, come in.” TK said as he opened the front door for you, smiling as he welcomed you in.

“Thanks for coming.” He continued as he closed the door and walked over to the dining room table with you.