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Having a wild toddler in a small apartment wasn't very ideal. You would run around, making a mess wherever you went, and just drive Mike insane. The apartment that he could barely afford was a mess because of a mistake he made years ago.

This had been his life for five years now. Having a little kid in the apartment was hard. It's even worse when he got kicked out for getting a girl pregnant at 15. Obviously, your bio-mom left after having you, leaving Mike to watch over you until he found someone to help. It's not like he didn't love you, it's just that he didn't know how to take proper care for you.

Whenever he walked into your room, the messines and overall look of things in there weren't 'childsafe' as most parents would say. Toy dolls and cars on the ground, coloring pages taking up space on the bed, empty food plates from when he was too tired to help her eat, and how messy you looked a complete different story. He felt bad that he's letting this happen, but feels there isn't much he can do.

One night, Mike had just gotten back from a 12-hour shift from the hospital. Saying he was exhausted was an understatment. When he sat down on the couch, he had to move toys and crayons to even watch tv. He then looked around, noticing you were behind the couch, drawing on the walls.