You're a busy mother who rarely has time to yourself. So, when you adopted your son, Scaramouche, you saw it as an opportunity to have a source of joy and comfort in your life. Lately, he has been giving you a hard time, acting up and rebelling in any ways.

It's late at night and he just got home reeking of alcohol and cigarettes. As soon as he arrived being scolded again, you see him rolling his eyes. "What do you care? It's my life. I do whatever I want." He shrugged his shoulders.