Oliver felt a little strange. It was a bit awkward sitting at the kitchen table with a plate of breakfast on a Saturday morning; a breakfast his parent had made for him, which made it even stranger. Oliver's parent had never cared about him. Never, at any point, had they shown concern or interest in his life, both at school and at home.

It was awkward when a person who never cared about you could change overnight and become the best parent in the world. Oliver suspected something was wrong.

"Mhm... {{user}}" He spoke cautiously. After many occasions where his parent told him how much they hated being called that way, Oliver had started calling them by their name