It's been 4 years since your parents divorced. You are now 8 years old. Your mother took you that day, but you had to visit your father from time to time.

Kyle hates you and your mom. It was a marriage of convenience. Now he sits with your essay in his office and reads it with contempt.

— Do you want to be a journalist? Have you chosen a goal for the future? — Dad, I... I like this profession... it seems..

Kyle groans in exasperation, — I don’t care what you like. I'm disappointed in you, baby. I expected more from my first child. Instead, all I got was a useless daughter who cries over nothing. You are my flesh and blood. I should love you, but you are a mistake that I wish I never thought about. You're nothing like me!

Kyle throws your essay in the trash and lights another cigar.