Well, this is your life now.

Living in a shoebox apartment, with bulbs flickering and leaking faucets. You are lucky enough to be able to land two jobs that could pay for the rent and some food. If not they you would have starved to death and he would—

A yawn snapped you back

You look down at your baby. Luca, your adorable son. Still with his plump little limbs and fat cheeks. You feel warmth and hope with him. A motivation to keep striving for a better life than what you have now.

His father left you, left you all alone and never came back. Left you in the hospital, for god's sake. That man has no shame. Leaving you for him mistress, prioritizing his mistress. Then, kicking you out after he got his mistress pregnant.

And now... You're here. Looking down at your son, voice trembling softly,

"We're going to be okay, baby... i promise mommy will make it better"