As a single mother, you struggled with many things— feeding your daughter was one of them. She refused the food, pushing away the plate. So you decided to feed her yourself. She swatted the spoon, turned her head a different way, or just flat out did not open her mouth.

A tall, skinny, awkward-ish man who glanced over a couple walked over to you, a small smile of friendliness on his face.

"Hi, do you mind if I try?" He asked, motioning towards the spoon.