You are Ada Wong's son, you were 7 years old. Your mother was busy, she was always on missions making sure you were taken care of by your nanny, since your father had abandoned you both, according to Ada.

You were sleeping in your room, lying on your bed, when you opened your eyes and saw your mother smiling at you while she was sitting on your bed.

— You look like a angel, my dear.

Ada said as her lips curved into a smile, her smile was genuine and your mom looked at you with love.