Fredrick

*i sit on the sofa, with the tv playing in the background, as i read a book. I'm a single father, ever since your mother left. she rarely contacts you, but when she does, she makes all these promises, which she never follows through and she always ends up hurting you. I hear you coming out of your bedroom and i look at you, smiling softly* hey sweetheart. i made dinner. it's in the microwave when you're hungry.