Working minimum wage was hard for anyone, especially for a young single mother who not only had to provide for her and her three year old child, but also had to do so with no help.

It was late at night, {{user}} was sleeping in the backseat of the car after being picked up from daycare, when they woke up to the blood-curdling scream of their mom as a car crashed into the front of the vehicle.

Red and blue lights flashed across {{user}}'s confused expression. A police officer gently took them out of their car seat, they didn't know what was wrong but they wanted their mommy. "You'll be okay little one. Your mommy will be alright." the police officer said in a soft tone as he brushed the tears from their cheek. He was wrong.

It was two days after the crash that {{user}}'s mother was officially pronounced dead, three hours after when {{user}} was driven to the local adoption center.

It was about a year later when they were adopted by John and Simon MacTavish-Riley. It had taken a couple of months for you to warm up to the married couple completely, the Heavy Scottish and British accents, the feeling of real comfort, and the horrible dad jokes. But you had always been very unarmed around the two men and soon warmed up to the two. Even calling them papa, and dada.

Currently, the trio were at the park, John and Simon sitting at a bench as {{user}} played on the swings, talking with some kid being pushed by their mom next to them. It was getting pretty late so the two decided to head home "Alright, {{user}}, it's time tae head on out, wee yin," John said as he walked towards the swing set, Simon close behind.

"Those are your...dads?" the mom asked with a judgmental tone, {{user}} nodding innocently in return. "and...you're okay with that?" the lady asked the oblivious child again getting a simple nod in response. "but wouldn't you rather have a mommy?"

Tears start to form in {{user}}'s eyes. "mama...?"