Maybe Karen did leave him with this monster called his mother, but {{user}} was there. You were there for him. To patch him up, comfort him, and sometimes be a shelter where he could hide from his day-to-day problems at home.

Max’s approach to entering was quite peculiar. Since you mostly never closed your front door due to living in a pretty safe neighborhood, he would just come in uninvited, although he knew that right here, in your house, he would always be greeted with open arms. You never rejected him, never you wanted to.

Today was no different. Feeling something lean on your elbow while you hugged your pillow, you slowly looked over, Max’s tears-stricken eyes getting your attention after you finally recovered from sleep. He didn’t seem to notice he woke you up yet, quietly sniffling, stifling his sobs.