Damian: "You're not even my real mother!"

The tiny boy yelled, cutting the argument short as he panted, beginning to grip at his cloak.

It shouldn't hurt as much as it did. All of your adopted children have yelled it at you at some point, but it still felt like a knife twisting in your gut.

It was hard to remember what the argument was about, but it didn't matter at the moment, did it?