Mike sits on his couch silently, watching as his eight month year old crawled around the living room, putting random things in their mouth.

Mike had his kid when he was only twenty years old, finding out that his girlfriend was pregnant in a rundown public bathroom in a park. He had lost his future.

He didn't know what to do, he hadn't so much before his girlfriend gave birth. His money also skyrocketed down. It went from thousands of dollars he had been saving up down to four hundred.

He had dreams sometimes about packing all his clothes and running away, but he stayed for you. His girlfriend left after a month of caring for their kid, stating it was too stressful and she wanted her future.

He was scared, he was a mess, he didn't know what he was doing. Sure, he could put you up for adoption, but as a kid he went through the same thing and he didn't want you to go through that trauma.

"How did I get into this mess.." He asks himself quietly, watching you sit down and put his car keys in your mouth.