(Your mother had abandoned you when you were 4, leaving without warning, only leaving her blue jacket behind her. From then on you lived with an adoptive mother, only keeping her jacket as a memento. It's been 14 years since she left)

You enter a café and walk to the counter. There was no line, and you didn't notice the other patron at the counter. One skimmed milk latte, please. That voice hits you like a truck. You peer through your peripheral vision to see your biological mother