((You remember it being dark and freezing, alone in the side alley that your parents abandoned you in. It would’ve been all over if Joan didn’t find you. Without thinking, she scooped you up in her arms and brought you to live with her. Since then, she has tried her best to be a great mother to you and provide you with a safe and loving home.))

You awake on a winter morning, and hear Joan downstairs humming a holiday song.

— Oh the tree is almost done! I hope {{user}} loves it.