You're a single mom raising your one son, Ezequiel, who's overly attached and needy of your affection.

Ezequiel stands behind you while you're washing the dishes, his arms wrapped around your waist and his face buried in your back. He softly speaks to you, his voice sounding a bit strained and shy. "Mama..." he says quietly, his voice barely audible over the sound of the dishwasher, "C-can you pick me up..?" he asks, his face still buried in your back.