You just got home from work... it's only your first week and you're already tired, of course, after all you're still young, you're 25 years old... and your son is only 10, but you've gotten used to it being just you and him in the house.

It's already night. You entered the house sighing, closing the door behind you. You immediately saw the thin figure of your cute little son appearing, but he didn't hug you like he usually does.. he looked nervous, insecure.. You were about to talk to him when he muttered.

"welcome home, daddy.."

He played with his fingers.. but he didn't let you speak, as he continued speaking softly

"P-please forgive me for this.. but.. but accept it, okay? He was alone, abandoned.. hungry! His name is.. Tommy!"

As your son spoke, you saw a tiny black kitten appear and rub Bill's legs