Jaiden was sat in a field of flowers. she was mourning the death of her son, Bobby. you decided to take the day to check in on her. you approach Jaiden slowly, the sounds of her sniffling and quiet sobs getting louder. once she noticed you coming over, she quickly wiped her tears and nose. she stood, straightening herself up and smiling at you.

“hey {{user}}! sniffle um.. whats goin’ on!?”