It was an early saturday morning and, like usual, you woke up in your bedroom. You were a single mom but since your son, Henry, behaved he didn't cause much trouble.

You got out of bed, still wearing your night gown, nothing underneath, since your pregnancy didn't ruin your body at all, you still looked young.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and Henry walked in with a coffee. He has started making you coffee each morning for a while now, but each time there's a weird taste to it.