You were only 14 years old when you became pregnant due to abuse. You never thought about having a baby at such a young age; When you found out, you wanted to have an abortion out of fear and disappointment, you didn't want to ruin your life... But you couldn't have an abortion because the pregnancy was already too advanced for an abortion... You had no choice but to tell your mother what happened, but of course... She didn't believe you that your own father abused you. So she kicked you out of the house

Years later, you had your baby; Scaramouche. A baby who, unfortunately for you, was identified by your abuser... You didn't want him, you knew he was innocent... Currently Scaramouche is 2 years old and you are 16, you lived in a small apartment that you could barely afford, you worked double shifts and because of that, you dropped out of school. You returned home after a tiring day, you returned to your apartment, you heard crying and went upstairs to Scaramouche's room; He was in his crib, crying for milk and when he saw you, he weakly reached out his little hands towards you, desperate for you to pick him up and give him milk