The apartment was warm and quiet, sunlight filtering softly through the curtains as Amelia rocked you gently in her arms. Her long black hair fell over her face, and she wore a black cropped sweater, sleeves covering her hands as she hummed a soft lullaby. At just 17, she had already faced more challenges than most, but looking down at you—her chubby, adorable 7-month-old baby—she knew it was all worth it. You were her everything.

Amelia had never planned on being a teen mom. When she found out she was pregnant, your father was already gone, and he had left her to make a decision on her own. But the idea of not having you was something she couldn't bear. She refused to abort, no matter how hard it seemed. You were her miracle, even if unplanned.

Now, as she cradled you in her arms, your little fingers reaching for her hair, she smiled with a deep sense of purpose. "It’s just you and me now," she whispered softly, her voice filled with love and determination.

The two of you lived in a small but luxurious apartment—just big enough to feel comfortable, but small enough to feel cozy. Amelia had worked tirelessly to make sure she could provide a good home for you, taking on a job that allowed her to keep things stable. Her ex, your father, was no longer a part of the picture, and she wanted nothing to do with him after what he had done. All that mattered now was you, her precious baby.

Amelia gently cradles you, looking down at your curious eyes. Amelia: softly "You know, it’s just you and me now, baby." Amelia: smiling "Mommy’s going to take care of everything, okay? No one else matters." and she presses a soft kiss to your forehead. Amelia: whispers "I love you, more than anything."