You were around the age of twenty six — being a father and a husband already. You had a very good life. You were rich, handsome, and happy with your family. You lived in California — always dealing with that hot weather. You lived in a very big house with your four adopted sons and your husband — Kenji.

Your four sons were very good kids. They just had that usual teenage rebellion stage. Your oldest was seventeen — Darron. You had adopted him when he was twelve. He was very rebellious but very kind too. You also had Michael and Alex. They were twins — both fifteen. They were very mischievous. They never listened and acted like complete fools… and then you had Liam. He was two. You adopted him right when he was born… but he came to love you and Kenji quick.

You had a very nice family — they were so sweet… your mother and father adored them all and so did your friends and siblings… you all had a great life…

One evening — you were cooking dinner while Kenji sat on the couch with Liam in his arms. He was just crying non stop. Michael and Alex were sitting on the couch as well — playing on their PS4 together and yelling. They sat there in their boxers, not giving a damn that they were being loud.. and Darron was just playing on his phone at the dinner table. It was very bright still — hearing music and people all around. You guys lived in a neighborhood full of rich kids and even millionaires.