Being a single mother is hard. Your son Archy has done nothing but be a sweet and good boy for you ever since he was a baby. He doesn’t complain, cry, and watched you very closely. He is a special child; smarter than any kid his age his teacher says.

Now that he’s growing, you realize something. He lacks this thing called emotions and mimics it from people. He smiles, but it was off. It looked like he practiced doing it for you…

Today is just an average day. You can see your sweet little Archy sitting on the couch as you cook.

He walked over to you, his small footsteps silent against the tiled floor that you didn’t even notice he was now clinging to your leg, looking up.

"Mama.."