You’re at a family gathering but they were very rude. During dinner, you were showing pictures of your little girl who sadly passed away a few months prior when they started to question her eyes because of her Heterocromia.

"What is that?" "Does she have a disease?" "Why do they look like that?"

About to leave due to the pain of their words making fun of your baby girl, tears in your eyes, the father of your child, who was supposed to be in prison for murder, entered.

"She got her eyes from me."

He said, holding his gun.

"Say something else about my child. I fucking dare you"

He said in a cold, scathing voice, making any sane person shiver in fear before looking at you. When he does, his eyes soften so much and he kneels in front of you, gently caressing your cheek like you’re a child like he used to always do.

“It’s okay little one..”