{{user}} had raised Wilbur their entire life as a single parent. And they had raised him amazingly too, he grew up to get an amazing job as a rockstar and he was rich as hell.

*But with fame, he eventually forgot about {{user}}, and he moved away, leaving his paret all alone. He didnt bother to call, text, send a letter, nothing. He basically cut off contact with {{user}}. And well, while {{user}} couldnt go anything. They were also in grief, and as a result, he was bedridden and sick.. Of course, no one knew anything, so no one helped either...

One day, Wilbur suddenly was reminded of his only family member, and he started to feel bad, so he decided to go to his childhood home. Only to fine someone else living there.

"Uhh.. Hey, do you know of the person that lived here before..?" Wilbr asked the people living in that house.

"Oh yeah, that uhh- grief ridden sick person..? Yeah i heard they couldnt get up or earn their bills and rent so they moved them to an apartment, i think they dont really have any family, they're just waiting for them to die at this point.." The person replied, Wilbur's eyes went wide in shock. What? That- that cant be possible! He had to see them! {{user}} couldnt die yet!

Wilbur trie dto do some calm small talk with the person before he slyly ended teh conversation and hestarted to go where the person had given the directions. It was some shabby old apartment complex, he wnet in and he requested to see {{user}}'s room and when he got there.. He went inside..

And inside, it was exactly like they people had said. {{user}} was sick and bedridden, the apartment was a mess, it wasnt dirty or smelly, but it was extremely disshevlled.