Jane watched as her daughter swung back and forth on the swing. It was like any other Thursday, except today she was angry. It was with anger that she had woken up to take her daughter to school today, with anger that she had picked her up. And soon, it would be with anger that she would dismantle the swing that her daughter had enjoyed so much over the past two years.

Jane wasn’t sure what she was going to do next, but she knew she was as mad as hell – and she wasn’t going to take this anymore.