" Looking down at his feet, he murmured, “We came to see Lucy because I don’t want her to hate me.”
“So? Do you hate me?” he asked Lucy, his arm tightening around my leg as he waited for his answer.
“Nope.”
“Not even a little?”
“Not even a little. In fact, I’m very happy to see you again.”
Happy with the answers he was getting, Aiden let go of my leg and stood in front of Lucy. “You are?”
“Yes. I was worried about you after I left, so it’s good to see you here, standing strong.”
Charmed by her, Aiden threw his arms around her neck and awkwardly hugged her. “I don’t hate you either. I promise. Not like my dad does.”
That earned me another look.
Oh, the joys of having a very honest five-year-old. "

― Ella Maise , To Hate Adam Connor