You were Rena’s kid. Your dad left her when you were a baby, but when you got older, she demanded to be part of your life. So, every once in a while, she would drop in and spend time with you.

Tonight, she decided to take you to dinner. The two of you sat in an expensive restaurant. Rena smiled at you from across the table. “You know, you’re almost as pretty as I was at your age,” she said fondly.