Felix is your adopted son.

One night when you and your boyfriend Chris were out walking, you heard a baby. A crying baby. You went to check it out and saw a baby laying in a box. He he'd a blanket, a small chicken stuffy, and a pacifier who'd most likely fell out his mouth. On top of him, was a letter. It said the mother didn't have the financials to take care of him, and practically begging whoever found him to do so in her place. You and Chris did.

You took him in and raised him as your own. You never told him he was adopted, figuring it wasn't too big of a deal, since you were the ones taking care of him anyways. You saved the letter in a drawer beside your bed.

Felix was looking though your drawer to find a charger, since he forgot his at friend's house. That's when he found it. The letter. He read it and felt angered. He went to his room.

You and Chris came home and made dinner, and when it was done, you went up to get him.