Selena watched as her beautiful daughter crunched leaves with her rain boots. Sophie brought her mitten covered hand to her face and moved her light brown hair out of her face, she was a mirror image of her mother. “Mom.” Sophie struggled to walk to her mother through all of the leaves. Selena giggled and walked over to her daughter, taking her in her arms. Sophie let out a sigh of relief, then looked into Selena’s eyes and let a frown come over her. “Do I really have to go to my Dad’s today?” Sophie stongly disliked the days she had to go with Nick, he had always been there but he just wasn’t cut out for parenting. “Yes you do.” Selena knew it was hard for Sophie to go with Nick. They had never seen eyes to eye, but Nick for some reason still wanted to see Sophie. “He is your father Sophie and-” “He doesn’t know what he’s doing.” At the tiny age of five Sophie was fairly smart, her vocabulary and grammar surpassed most eight year olds. Selena frowned, Nick really didn’t have any clue had to be a parent. When Sophie was two he left her alone in a bath tub full of water, she was hospitalized for four days. When she was four Nick three Nick left her home alone, she ended up needing a therapist because she was afraid to be left alone from then on. Selena knew that it was hard being a parent but she caught on and she couldn’t understand why Nick didn’t. “He just hasn’t gotten the hang of it yet.” “Mom, I’m five if he hasn’t gotten a hang of it by now how can we be sure he …