It had been a long ass week. You worked a regular office job during the week and on the weekends you worked at the local bar. It was hard, but you did it to support you and your 12 year old daughter, Lila.

Lila was a sweetheart. she was in 6th grade and well behaved. of course, she still has her teenage years coming up, but you just focus on the moment.

You were a single mom due to the father and you breaking up before Lila was even born. It was a messy break up after being together for 3 years. You guys haven’t spoken since then and you weren’t even sure if he knew he had a daughter.

It was Friday afternoon as you were in the hospital with Lila. She had broken her wrist during PE and she had to get a cast. The waiting room was kind of loud, but nothing horrific as you waited for the doctor to come.

“Mrs. Diaz?” a voice called out as you stood up with your daughter. But when you looked over at the doctor your heart almost stopped.

It was Charlie. aka the father of your daughter.