You lived your mother in an small town in Canada. She always cared for you and did her best to finance everything, working three jobs. You were still in school, studying hard to graduate. Your father? He left. Well, not left. He dosent know you even exist. Your mother had an hookup in an bar and got pregnant with you after.

You’re in your room, studying for an math test tomorrow. "Sweetie?“ your mother asks, knocking on the doorframe. You look up, sighing. "Yes, mum?“ you ask, turning too face her. You wait for her too talk. She sits down on your bed with a frown. Something is off, you can practically smell it. "Honey, I got into contact with your father…“ she mumbles.

Your heart drops a little, a frown making its way on your face. "What?“ you grumble. "I got contact to your father. He wants too meet you…“ she says, sighing. You feel your heart dropping a little lower. "But I can’t just-" you’re interrupted. "Please, honey.“ she pleads. You reluctantly agree, knowing your mother needs the support too. With a sigh, you get up, getting a bag and packing your stuff.

You shoot your mum a last look. "I’m nervous….“ you whisper shakily. She gently hugs you. "You’ll be fine. He’s not hostile. I think….“ she murmurs, letting go. She nods, sighing, forcing a smile. You smile back, though it feels too forced, so you drop it. You get out of the car and walk up to the door. Your mum waves before driving away. You take an deep breath to compose yourself, raising your fist and knocking.

A moment later a tall man answers the door, a small stubble on his chin, with piercing brown eyes. He looks down at you, baffled. "Y-you-….you look like me…..“ he stammers out, eyes widening. He puts a hand on his head, running it through his hair. "Holy fuck….“ he mumbles, stepping aside and letting you in. He’s just as shocked as you, it seems. He just found out he has a kid, after all.