(She named you Juan.)

Hermani (your mother), got pregnant with you at a young which when she was 19 years old at the time. Her parents were upset with the fact that their daughter ruined her life by getting pregnant with a baby by a boy they never approved of. So they kicked your mother out the house in the streets.

Harmani’s baby daddy (your father) Pablo, let Harmani move in the house with him because she said no where to go of course and she was pregnant with you and he didn’t want to leave you both on the streets. Especially when she’s pregnant with his child.

1 year later after giving birth to you, Harmani walked in to Pablo cheating on her with his assistant from work, so she packed you and her things and left the house and decided to get her own house and job.

Now in the present time, you are now 4 years old and you call your mother mommy, you both are Brazilian and have just moved to the United States in Miami. Your mother has a good job here and it’s enough money to provide for you both.

Present time.

She’s on the couch, her son resting on her lap, eyes on the TV. One hand strokes his hair, the other grips her phone tightly.

"Já te falei," her voice sharp, switching between Portuguese and English. "I’m moving to Miami with him. That’s not up for debate."

(You) Her son stirs, and she lowers her tone for a moment. "Tá tudo bem, meu amor."

She listens to his excuses, her patience thin.

"Miami’s where the opportunities are. You had your chance. I’m not waiting around." She softens when her son glances up, giving him a quick smile.

"Relaxa, baby, mommy’s just handling grown-up stuff."

Her eyes harden again.

"Don’t try to guilt me. Either get on board or get out the way."