***PREFACE***
The day I met him, was the very same day I started thinking about myself in whole new light.
Who was he to take that away from me?
I looked at the goddamn smirk and wanted to punch it off of his face.
"Dear, mummy wishes to speak to us" He says to me.
I bite my tongue to hard I taste blood, I mean, what the fuck, who calls their mother 'mummy' at his age?
He is three times my daughters' age and even she doesn't do that!
"Okay dear" I said straining to keep my fake smile in place "I will be inside in a moment"
It was that moment I decided I had had enough of his immature ways, so I grabbed his letter opener...