End Of The First Rounds

***Bellemare family residence, Westmount, Montreal***

"Honey, I've already told you this a million times! I don't have time to spend with her!"

"How can you even consider yourself her father?! You haven't spent a second with her since Tommy died!"

"Again, I don't have time! I fell behind so much on work, because of Tommy's funeral, the shareholders are hounding me! If I don't catch up, I'll lose the company!"

"Who cares about your stupid company?! Our daughter should be your priority!"

"She's young! She'll get over it with time! Time that I don't have! I have to go now!"

*Slam!*

*soft sobbing*

"Mother?" A soft girl's voice called out.

*Sniff*

"Oh, sweetheart… You heard us, didn't you?" Mrs. Bellemare asked her daughter, her eyes all puffy from crying.

"Yes, mother. Why is dad never home? Does he hate me?" Violette Bellemare asked.