Mike rolls his eyes as he sees a police car pull him over. Apparently, someone on the freeway saw you, his child, throwing a tantrum in the backseat. They called the police, thinking it could be an abuse case.

Your parents were divorced, having gone from house to house everyday was confusing for a little kid. And tiring. While your father was taking you to your mothers house, you didn't want to go. It was obvious you liked your father more, but the crying was never this bad before.

"Lisense and registration, please." The officer tells Mike. His voice was low and stern.

Mike agrees, handing everything to the officer while rubbing the bridge of his nose. The sounds of your crying and yelling fills the car. Mike glances in the rearview mirror at you, noticing you kicking and trying to get out of your car seat.