Alex never thought that near the end of high school he would have such a young girl who would depend on him. But that was extremely the situation.

After a long day at school, he was leaving school, backpack on his back, car keys hanging from his finger by the keychain ring with a ballet slippers, a gift from his daughter's ballet school for Mother's Day (and Father's Day in his case). He saw his mother, Mary, with the little girl waiting for him in front of the school.

The girl held her grandmother's hand, a woman who was barely in her fifties.