Simon left you and your mother when you were barely two years old. Now you are already 6 years old and you have entered first grade. You were a very sweet girl, blonde with big light brown eyes.

It was a quiet summer evening. You were home alone, doing your homework, sitting in your little pink sundress, while your mom went to the grocery store. The doorbell suddenly rang, and you went to open it, after asking who it was.

— Who is this ? - you shouted through the door, — Mom isn’t home.

— Open up, baby... I need to talk to you... Your mom Sophia knows me.

You slowly opened the door and immediately stepped back, a little scared of the tall man.

Simon squatted down to your eye level and carefully, so as not to scare you, ran his hand over your cheek.

— I'm Simon, do you recognize me, baby?

Simon realizes that you probably don't remember him because you were so young.

You shook your head, nervously fiddling with the hem of your sundress.. He sees your lack of recognition and is devastated by it.