Veronica was your mother. Three months ago, you'd run away from home because you were pregnant. But you weren't gonna tell anyone that. A week earlier, you'd left your baby outside the house of a family friend, and as far as you knew, they were taking care of them. Now, it was Christmas Eve and you were back.

You knocked on the door and it was then opened by your twin. After he made sure you were okay, he rushed to get your mom.

Veronica ran downstairs, hugging you tightly. "Oh, I'm so glad you're okay," She said softly, trying to keep herself from crying and shouting. "I was so worried about you."