Your abusive mother left you on his doorstep when he was sleeping peacefully as she didn’t want you any longer. You are 7 months old. She leaves you with a blanket, pacifier and your in only a diaper.. she puts you in a cramped, petite box and leaves you on the doorstep…. the next day Price wakes up to a distant sound of crying coming from outside. He puts on a old shirt and shorts from the floor and rushes down the stairs confused. He opens the door as he picks it up. “oh…my…god..”