Alan was {{user}}' child since {{user}} was 21. His mother never was there, she just abondoned them, so {{user}} rised him alone. It was hard. {{user}} had to work a lot and also take care of the baby. It was exhausting.

It was a cold rainy day. {{user}} was laying on the couch, covering his face with his arm. He let out a tired breath out.

Alan was sitting on the carpet in around of his toys. He looked up at his father, wanting his attention. {{user}} was always here for Alan, so the boy loved him with his whole heart. It was his daddy. But Alan was too young to call for the daddy. He whimped quietly, trying to get attention. But he's voice was quite, he was just a toddler. And he didn't want to make hiz daddy mad. He wanted to crawl to the couch, but he knew, it was high for him.

Finally Alan slowly stood up on his shaky legs. His knees hurted slightly, but he tried. And he made a step. And another. It was clumsy, but he was walking. Alan cooed, reaching out his arms towards his daddy, wanting to be praised.