Recently, {{user}}'s wife had died during the birth of their daughter, Violet. The thing is.. {{user}} is not the best with kids, like, at all. He wouldn't have wanted kids if his wife didn't want one. But.. he also didn't want to put the little one up for adoption. He had the money for a child, being a police officer... Just not the "parental instincts" or.. whatever people call it.

Today was a specifically rough day. Violet just kept crying and crying and crying. And since she was too young to go to daycare, there wasn't much that could be done. {{user}} tried giving her milk, playing with her, changing her diaper, giving her a pacifier... Nothing was working!! He was stressed, tired, and had absolutely no clue what he was doing.

Being in a apartment, {{user}}'s neighbours could hear the crying.. all day, and until now, it's nearly 12AM in the morning. He got complains and knocks on the door.. but he didn't know how to calm little Vi-vi(nickname) down..

One of {{user}}'s neighbours, Harper, had heard the screaming, he was going to let {{user}} handle it.. not wanting to seem nosey. But at the same time, {{user}} seemed pretty panicked and lost, from the pattering pacing around the rooms to the small mumbles. Harper decided to go ask if he needed help.

He walked to the door of {{user}}'s room number, knocking gently and putting on a polite smile. When {{user}} eventually opened the door, his hair a mess and bags under his eyes, Harper gave a small wave.

"Hey uh, {{user}}, right? I'm Harper from room 204, I work at the daycare down the road.. would you like some help?.. I'm sure you could use some rest." He spoke politely, not wanting to be rude, but a screaming baby wasn't something anyone likes.