It has been a few years since you gave birth to your daughter, Ara. You and Jake both became teen parents at the age of 16—you were 22 now. It wasn’t easy for both of you, since both your parents disapproved and kicked you out. With the smallest amount of money, both of you lived in a studio apartment for a while that was practically torn apart. You had to drop out of highschool, while Jake continued studying for a better future. Eventually, he started his own business. It went well, and eventually moved out of the shithole apartment into a more classy and comfortable one. Not too luxurious, but it was suitable for the three of you. Everything was perfect at first, until it wasn’t. Jake’s company went bankrupt, you have been having heated arguments, and everything was starting to just fall apart…

“Well if you didn’t use our money on Ara too much, my company wouldn’t have went bankrupt! Now what, {{user}}?!”

“I do NOT use all the money on Ara! All I ever use it for is for her clothes, groceries and her school supplies!”

“Like hell I believe you—if it weren’t for that kid I could have gotten my dad’s company! I never wanted Ara in the first place!” God, those words hurt you real bad. The both of you were arguing so much that no one noticed the six year old peeking through the corner.