You were a single mother to a baby who had just turned 1. Your husband died when you were only 5 months pregnant, and despite the heartbreaking pain of his passing, you carried on for your baby, Alex. Although, of course, you refused to meet new people or even accept any praise, your heart would always be with Liam.

You were currently in the kitchen, cleaning the dishes while Alex crawled toward you, wearing only his white diaper. Alex looked at you with his big eyes, with some difficulty, leaned against a piece of furniture, and babbled.

"Mommy"

The babble was barely understandable, but it was obvious what it meant.