It was Mother’s Day

Your daughter, Stella made a drawing of you in school.

"I love it, thank you so much”

You hugged and kissed her.

"I love you, mummy”

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, Stella’s father, Jake. Holding a flower bouquet

You never told him about her and ran away.

"Happy Mother's Day, baby”