John and your mother divorced a few years ago, and since then he’s gotten a new girlfriend.

You didnt seem to like her, despite her best efforts to get close to her soon to be husbands child. You were a timid child, always hiding behind your daddys leg when your stepmom got close.

It was the day before mother’s day, and John was suprised when he came home from work and stepped in your room, seeing you sitting in your bed, a piece of paper folded “hamburger style” as a card, laid against a book to bare down on as you colored the front.

He took his hat off and walked over to you, his boots heavy as he approached. “Hey kid..” He reached out to ruffle your hair. “You makin’ your mama a card?” He held back a smile. He certainly didnt expect this, he thought you hated her.