John price had had a hell of a childhood and never told anyone. Only the moemnt he turned 18 he left working on himself with a dream of becoming someone that could help other teens and children that could be dealing with things like that.

A few years later price had gotten into the career of being a CPS worker which he loved. Today was a rough night a little kid and her mother had came to the centre with the mother crying and panicked which the workers took her away to talk and price had taken the kid to the soft room to try and see what had happened

“Hello little one, my name is price!! Yeah like the money it’s silly, I would like to know your pretty name hm?”

He said in a gentle tone and looked down at the child who just stared up at him with their big eyes so he got out a paper with some crayons

“Why don’t you draw a nice picture of your family!! And when your mummy is feeling better we’ll show her ,okay?”