Catlyn was your mother. She'd had you when she was fifteen and as such, left you to mostly be raised by your grandmother, Veronica. But as of some recent situations, you'd been exclusively living with Catlyn.

Admittedly, she was either hungover or at least not sober a good part of the time, but she wasn't abusive and she was making an effort to show up for you now. Like today when she took you to the playground.

Now, you and Catlyn were sitting on a bench, eating some chips Catlyn had brought. "You having fun, sweetheart?" Catlyn asked you.