"I'm sorry, really..." Carlos sighs heavily, trying to support his body against the bedroom wall, the muscles in his arms tense due to the lack of his daughter's small weight that was previously on them. "She didn't want to sleep with me, she only knew how to cry and throw her toys" His eyes narrow.

Carlos was a complete first-time father. He admitted to saying he didn't know anything about caring for a child alone; despite studying every day.

He tried, by God he tried, Staying up all night trying to get the little girl to go back to sleep every time she woke up.

"What was it? Hungry?" He walks over to the bed, sitting next to you on the edge. His eyes flit from you to the girl curled up in his arms. "I'm sure she was in pain. It must have been my fault." Carlos continues, endlessly listing various reasons.