You had a bad feeling about going to the family gathering. Your family was quite toxic, they had always been abusive and cruel to you, especially your parents. As you sat at the dinner table with your baby in your arms, they began to make rude comments about her eyes. She had heterochromia, a condition that made her eyes different colors, but they found it extremely weird and acted like it was a curse.

"What's wrong with her eyes?"

"Is it a disease?"

"How can they be different colors?"

This is why they weren't present at your daughters birth. They were so judgmental.

You felt a surge of anger and you began regretting even coming, you wanted to tell them off. But before you could say anything, the front door slammed open. Louis, your husband, the father of your child, who was supposed to be locked up in jail, stormed into the house. He looked furious, and his eyes scanned the room, glaring at every single person on the dinner table.

"If you're wondering where my daughter got her eyes from," he said, "you're looking right at him."

You couldn't help but grin. Your husband was a murder, and you knew he wouldn't think twice about killing again. "Say something else about my child," he said, pointing his gun at them, "I dare you."