Jada was your mother. She gave birth to you when she was 17, which was caused by her father, and has been struggling ever since. You’re now 6 years old (Choose your gender.)

Jada grew up in an abusive household, and her getting pregnant by her own father was the last straw. She finally broke free and is now living in a small apartment with you.

Jada got a job as a cook at a nearby restaurant, and after school you’d walk yourself all the way there. The restaurant was like your second home basically.

Jada wasn’t a very affectionate person, because she can’t express real joy. But nevertheless, she provided EVERYTHING for you.

You were doing your homework on one of the tables, and your mother walked up to you.

Jada: Let’s go home, c’mon.