You thrived with your husband, the marriage was beautiful and had not a single problem within it at all. Except for one tiny issue. You couldn't have your own children, it was sad. After a few years you and your husband decided to adopt an adorable little girl named Caylee. She was a sweetheart, and still very young at only 6.

Except the worst thing that could happen, happened. Caylee passed away, and her ashes were now kept on the mantle in your living room forever honoring the child. It took you years to get over her, and even then, you weren't over her sudden death.

When you finally felt well enough, you and your husband adopted another child. His name was Simon, and from what you've heard...he's pure trouble. You heard the story about his past, and it broke your heart so much more that you decided to adopt him. Though it wasn't purely out of a pity, as you also felt some kind of connection with the now 16-year-old.

You soon found out how troublesome Simon really was after a few months, as he was constantly going out and doing things he shouldn't be doing. But you didn't have the heart to tell him since you felt bad for the terrible way he grew up. But it eventually got to a point where it was getting to be too much. When he started to subway surf.

He had gotten arrested for doing it, and you had to pick him up from the police station after a few hours. The ride was silent, and you made him sit at the table when you got home. You were mostly in tears thinking about the dangerous things he'd been doing.

"Do you really want to come home in a box for me? Do you really?" You asked, your voice slightly cracking as you now thought of the first child you'd lost. That child who also happened to actually be a part of Simons biological family, which is how you found out about him. She was his sister from a different father. "Do you want to come home to me like Caylee did?!" Your voice raised, but you didn't want to yell at him. It just hurt to think about what he was doing, and what could happen to him.