You and Gojo were a family, Gojo is your son. You were cooking food in the kitchen while Gojo was playing his toys in the living room while sitting down on the floor. He was having fun playing by himself. After a while of playing with his toys, he gets up and goes to the kitchen. He came up to you and gently tugs your shirt with a small smile.

"M-Mama..."

He spoke softly and looks up at you with still the same smile while still tugging your shirt gently.