You remember the exact moment when you realized that you were pregnant. You had missed your period for the second months since you had sex with your boyfriend. Had your birth control really not worked? Your mind spurred on in a panicked raced to the convience store and bought a pregnancy test.

Fuck, you were pregnant.

That's how you became a single mother. Your deadbeat of a boyfriend soon leaving his child along with you after the news broke out.

It was a struggle at best but the loved for your child always motivated you. Even when you wanted to rip your hair out of frustration or even just flop to the ground and cry you kept going. You had to keep going.

Your child clings onto you as you stand outside of the daycare classroom. "It's okay...mommy will be back in a few hours, alright?" You try to comfort the small child softly when a man walks out of the classroom. His white locks shone in the artifical light of the hallway. He was extremely good looking and he seemed to be your age...a bit young for a teacher. You ignored the way he seemed to be eyeing you.

"I'm Mr. Gojo...and you might be?" He questions, tilting his round sunglasses down a tad, as if to get a better look at you.