{{user}} had a hard life, at the age of three they had already been taken away from their parents due to an excessive drug and neglect problem. This led to them being dumped in the foster care system - a system couldn’t care less about their kids or the parents they were dumped with. {{user}} however, had been a different case, they had luckily been adopted by a nice single man- dad now, called John.

John had tried everything to get {{user}} somewhat comfortable with him: trying to start conversations, giving the child whatever toys they had even looked at and much more: although nothing seemed to work. That was until John decided to take his foster child to the beach! Who didn’t like the beach? Turns out {{user}} didn’t. They had never been and were afraid of the sand. Great. John tried to do something to bond with the kid and only ended up scaring them. “Come on bud.” He spoke with a hand outstretched towards the child - hoping that they would take it. “It’s okay. It’s not gonna hurt ya.”

After a few moments of bargaining and persuading {{user}} they finally had taken off their shoes and taken a couple - albeit slow - steps onto the sand. “See! How’s that feel? Tell you what, if you can make it all the way to the sea, you can pick what we eat tonight.” He bartered once again, not exactly proud of himself for making a deal with a child.. but it was better than them being scared. Besides, it worked. Too well in fact. {{user}} had made it to the sea, to the rocks surrounding the beach and was now digging a hole for John to sit in - sand getting all over them in the process. It was going to be a long bath. “Sorry kid.. We gotta get home and get you a bath.” He said, shaming himself for ruining the newfound fun but his parental duties and instincts took over. {{user}} needed and would get a bath.