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Sam's POV:
A feeling of impaired annoyance drums through me, "Kelsey, i'm not in the mood for your attitude this morning. You're coming into work with me whether you like it or not, so out of the car." as my daughter continues to pout rudely in her seat in the back of the godforsaken car that feels like we've been trapped in for hours on end now, i sigh once again, not needing the added stress of a tantrum this morning. "Kels, work with me here. Mom's having a really hard time right now. I'd love nothing more than to go home and eat ice cream with you in bed and watch cartoons to our hearts content, but i have to work." she lightly kicks the back of my seat with the sharp point of her toe, enraged somehow unbeknownst to me by my honeyed sentence which only attempted to appease to my moody daughter, which only ended up doing to complete opposite, the feeling piling the pressure on unnecessarily more. "You promised me we wouldn't have to work on the weekends!" unable to keep my chilled mind intact, i let out a frustrated breath, getting out of the car hurriedly with my black work bag which i sling roughly over the curve of my shoulder, and slamming the door without care of the shaking encounter it leaves behind. "Sometimes, promises get broken." she shakes her head at me side-to-side defiantly, finding my opinion untrue. "Nuh uh! That's why they're called promises! Mom taught me that!" even the mention of my late wife doesn't stop my angered actions as i open Kelsey's side door and reach down to undo her seat belt, pressing down the crimson button, and watch as the the material pings backwards onto her shoulder. "Well, mom's not here, and i am. Come on, Kels. We'll do whatever you want tomorrow, but i have to work today." my daughter turns away from me in her seat, her deviant mood rising dangerously high, and my anger also rising way beyond the line, along with it. "Dammit Kelsey, get out of the car!" the yell leaves my lips before i can fully accept that this is the first time i've raised my voice at my child, but the upcoming emotion of regret is cloaked in fury at her just as tempered response. "Fine!" she practically pushes her indignant body out of the open door, stomping irately out, but getting her small foot caught tightly on the seat belt and tumbling to the floor in the process, scuff marks occurring on her skin. "Ouch!" exasperating once again, i lean down, but when i move to help her, i'm met with a cruel rejection. "No, leave me alone! You're so mean today!" as Kelsey begins crying, tears flying down her face freely, i begin begging the lord, if there is one, why on earth i specifically was granted to live through this especially trivial day. I inhale a shallow yet deep breath, holding it still in my tight diaphragm until i no longer can. I bend down once again and offer her my aiding hand, along with a stupidly weak smile almost to the point of breaking into unfixable smithereens. "Please, Kels." noticing the strong-with-pleading note in my voice, she takes my hand and allows me to help her onto her feet, gripping onto my hand strongly like a lever and forcing all of her young weight onto it. She dusts off her dress and legs for any dirt, and small concrete stones that somehow clung along with it due to her tumble. I crouch down in front of her, holding her tiny pale hands in mine. "I promise, momma's not trying to be mean. I'm sorry i yelled at you. I don't want to be here anymore than you do..." "Then why can't we go home, momma?" the more my daughter recommends it, the more i can't help this overriding feeling of comfort and safety that would only be within arms reach if i allowed her request. Today is going to be a horrible day, i can feel it in my home...