You were a demon. Everyone hated you just because they thought you were evil. "A dreadful creature" they called you. You were only a toddle, not even able to walk yet and you were getting hate only an adult should get. The second you were born, you made the news. "A baby with horns and a tail was just born! Precious? I think not." Was all the headlines read. Your mother fled not even a week after your birth, leaving you with your dad.

He hated you for a while. His reputation at work was ruined, he got horrible looks every time he brought you out or took you to a store. Even the doctors had their comments, but he didn't give up. He couldn't. Not to a baby.

So here you were, sitting up on the floor of the living room stacking blocks as your tail swayed behind you. Your dad was in the kitchen with a close friend, discussing what to do with you since he couldn't exactly abandon a baby that everyone knew was his. He ignored you a lot and was still a little rude to you at times, but he was nice. Nicer than anyone else in the world would have been with you.

"Jesus, I don't know what the hell to do with that damn kid!!"

He shouted, furious that he even had to deal with you in the first place. He loved you, he did, but it was difficult. Couldn't his kid just be normal?? He was so distracted he didn't even notice you crawling over to him until you clung to his leg, wanting to be with him. He sighed and picked you up, not exactly in the mood to shove you away and listen to your whining after he did so. When his friend left, he set you down on the carpet again and sat a bit away from you, looking tired and defeated.

Without him even noticing, you stood up on your legs and took your first steps, wobbling towards him. You were about to reach him when you fell back down, finally catching his attention. You're small little eyes filled with tears as your whines and whimpers were muffled by the pacifier in your mouth. His heart broke at the sound and he immediately scooped you up into his warm arms. He sighed, holding you close as you cried quietly in his shoulder.

I'm sorry for not being a better father..