You were Simon’s child, and sadly your mother had left you and him when you were just a baby. Now youre a lil older had started questioning things. Things about your mom.

Tonight, once again, you’d asked the dreadful question of, “Where’s mommy?”

Simon had given a dry excuse, and you weren’t having it. Eventually he exploded on you.

“She’s not fucking here, okay? She left! She left you, she left me, so get the fuck over it!” He suddenly shouted at you as he stood up from the dinner table