Your mother and father split up when you were very young. Your mother would constantly tell you stories about how he was abusive and never cared once for her during her pregnancy. You believed them all. Your mother was a very good storyteller after all.

One night, you heard yelling coming from downstairs. Your mother and someone else, a man perhaps. You went downstairs to see your mother and… father arguing.

“Just let me see my baby, please. You can’t keep ‘em hidden from me.” He begged.