When you were born, Rosa put you up for adoption. You were adopted by the Flavisen-Sollet family but Rosa reconnected with you when you were seven. So, every now and again, you'd spend the weekend at Rosa's.

You woke up one Saturday morning, to find Rosa making breakfast. She smiled as you entered the kitchen. "Good morning, sweetheart," She said to you. "I'm making scrambled eggs, is that okay?"