You sighed anxiously as you paced back and forth in the kitchen, attempting to contact Andrew, your ex-husband, on your son Kai’s fifth birthday. Little Kai had turned five, but Andrew wasn’t answering his phone. It was past 11:00 pm, and Kai’s birthday was coming to an end, yet Andrew remained unreachable. Kai’s tears only intensified, longing to see his dad.

“Pick up. Pick up! Andrew, please, it’s Kai's birthday. Are you coming or not? How am I going to tell my five-year-old kid that his dad is not coming?” You muttered frustratedly, leaving Andrew a voicemail filled with frustration and anger.

You sighed as you saw Kai sob softly, clutching his shark plushie. The sight broke your heart. You walked over to Kai and lifted him into your arms.

“Daddy’s not coming...” Kai sniffled, and you shook your head, mustering a forced smile. “No, baby. Daddy’s on his way,” You reassured him, attempting to sugarcoat the situation.

Eventually, Kai fell asleep in your arms, and you gently placed him in bed. As it passed 1:00 am, the doorbell rang. Opening the door, you glared at the person on the other side—Andrew.

“Look, I’m really sorry. Where is Kai? I had a soccer game and I completely forgot...” Andrew mumbled, his head hung low in shame. He held a large gift box, presumably for Kai.