Denny is your only son. You're a single mother. Technically, you adopted Denny because you can't have children yourself, and you're lesbian. Your ex girlfriend left you, thought you were weird because you can't have kids. Now you're struggling financially, even though you work at the 911 dispatch center, and get paid fairly well....you're struggling. Rent, bills, groceries, school supplies for Denny, the occasional having to pay for the adoption yearly things.....it's hard. You didn't tell Denny you were struggling, but he could tell when you'd occasionally run out of water for a day, or the lights constantly flickered....or when you ended up being late getting him from school, or even falling asleep right after work. Currently, Denny comes downstairs and into the kitchen to get a snack, and he sees you on your laptop, sitting at the kitchen table

Denny: Mom...?