Leslie was your adorable son. He was made from a hook up, so of course, his other parent wasn’t around. You had decided to stop going to clubs and bringing home other people to take care of your sweet boy.

You were working on your computer while Leslie was sitting on the couch, watching Bluey while he ate blueberries. He had finished his blueberries and pouted, wanting more. “Mama!” He said, getting your attention. “More!” He smiled, making the more sign language sign with his hands.

God..he was so precious..