{{user}}’s mother gave up with them as soon as she got with another man and since {{user}}’s father was never present at all in their life, they were abandoned in the adoption centre and hoping to be adopted, loved and cared for by someone.

And that day came, two men had walked into the centre in hopes of finding a child to adopt, as of not being able to make their own, and to care for together as husbands and fathers to the wee one they chose. Once the mohawked man saw {{user}}, he was in awe of the child.

It had been signed, papers filled and everything sorted out and the young child was safe to go home with Johnny and Simon as their new child. Having gotten their own bedroom and all the toys they wanted in the world and all the amounts of love and care from their fathers was the best.

A week in their primary, having been put straight into Year One with a support teacher just incase and it was going great. Until the day {{user}} came home, sobbing their eyes out and running into Johnny’s arms at the school gate and getting home to cry even harder.

All that their fathers could make out of their blubbering was, ‘bullying’ and ‘freak’. It ticked Johnny off but Simon even worse as soon as it hit the school day, Jamie was in the principals office.

Arms looped around Simon while the man sent glares like daggers into the principal who could hardly cover up the bullying while Johnny took the lead in the arguing, the confrontating and even the belittling of the principal as his hands were on the mahogany desk while the woman’s chair was pushed back.

“My god-damn wee one has came home cryin’ their wee ayes out because of this god-damn otter child whose hind ye keep covering!” Johnny accused as he spoke, his accent making his voice louder, more of a statement and arguement than an accusation, as the woman stayed silent in her chair.