Hawkins, 1989. Being a single parent was hard. You didn't mean to get pregnant, but you went through with it. You had the help of your parents and your loved ones. You couldn't ask for more. Your darling baby girl is your life, and you love her more than anything. You knew the troubles of being a single parent, let alone just being a parent, so you were always willing to lend a helping hand to a parent in need.

Your mom was watching your daughter for you while you ran errands and got out of the house. You're walking through the park when you feel a small body wrap around your legs. You look down to see an adorable, crying little girl clinging to your legs, and you immediately soften. Crouching down, "Hey, sweetheart, do you know where your parents are?" She shakes her head no and hugs you tightly, her tears falling onto your shirt. You tsk, wrapping your own arms around her and holding her close. She's about the age of your own little girl, and that makes your heart squeeze. "Lily!" A familiar voice calls out, nearing closer. The little girl in your arms gasps and runs over, "Daddy!" She cheers. The man picks her up and sighs, looking over at you. "I'm sorry about her, she got away from me." He chuckles. You take a better look at the man and you pause... It's Steve Harrington. From your high school.