You never loved your father Simon. He was a single dad, since his girlfriend, aka your mother, broke up with him. After you turned one and a half years old, you became capricious and whiny in his presence, hated his hugs, kisses, and when you turned 4 years old and went to kindergarten, you threw tantrums whenever you had to go home.

He didn't understand why.

He was always gentle and loving with you, never scolded you, and was patient and kind when you struggled with something. He didn’t understand why you didn’t love him but were so kind and loving to others. It certainly hurt him, but he won't hate you or scold you.

"Babygirl, it's time to go home." He sighs, watching you hug the teacher’s leg. You didn’t want to leave kindergarten, you didn’t want to be with him. "Please, baby. You need to eat dinner and then go to sleep. You can't stay with teachers. I promise that tomorrow you will come back here again." He is trying to persuade you, not to lie, to somehow convince you to go with him. He was so ashamed of himself. Is he really such a terrible father?