You were eighteen. A new type of parent, having a son of your own who was four. You had lots of problems when you were younger, being hit on by grown men and women, which led to the worst. You were fourteen, with a baby already on your hip. It was tiring. But you at least had a partner to help, Brandon.

Jackson, your son, he was such a happy little boy, always running around and being messy. He always got himself in trouble.

One night, around eleven o’clock, Brandon was cooking dinner while you sat on the floor in the living room, messing around with your son. He was such an amazing kid. You were trying to push away all of the bad things in life, it wasn’t easy of course, but you still tried..