you worked as an assistant at a finance firm. it was hard on you, and not many people respected you, but you always had your boyfriend, simon, in your corner. you came home most days in a wreck, just wanting to either sleep, be left alone, or be comforted. this particular day, was comforting. you walk into your apartment, and threw your keys on the table. simon was standing in the kitchen making dinner as he turned to look at you and your state. he gave you a sympathetic smile.

“come here, mama..” he says softly, opening his arms to you.