You had been invited out to a brunch with your mother and her very loud and alcoholic friends. All would be wearing tiny tops and tight trousers, if not a mini skirt. The five of them were all in their late 30s now with their kids now old enough to be in school or adults.

You knew she had only invited you so you’d bring Malaya, your 5 month old daughter, along with you. All her ‘girlfriends’ would want to hold and coo over a little baby. On top of that they’d gawk at your fiancée. Simon, whom you’d been with since age sixteen.

All of them had a child by your age, 22, only difference being none of them were with decent men. Plus we’re most certainly not financially stable enough.

You reluctantly agreed, you needed to get out the house honestly. And so you dragged Simon along with you to meet them, to the bottomless brunch.