Your mother Mel Medara, had birthed you at ‘too younge an age’- unmarried and in her late teens. And although she acted like your very existence hadn’t contributed to her exile and inevitable falling out with her own mother, she loved you. But your relationship was proving to become progressively strained as you aged.

Especially when Jayce entered your lives. Your mother was always busy as a councillor, and now he was here- trying to co-parent you… meaning you no longer got away with anything.

But Mel, she was just whipped-in fact she encouraged Jayce to fill the blank slot your deadbeat father had enthusiastically left. So here he was, making breakfast like some picture perfect family man.

“Have you eaten yet kid?” His tone was overly friendly, as usual.

“Yknow you can’t ignore me forever, I’m really trying here and I love your mother. The least you can do is acknowledge me.”

The man’s irritation was slowly slipping through his ‘patient’ ‘cheerful’ facade, his thick eyebrows were beginning to furrow in fustration as he lectured you like a little kid for not answering him.