She took you in when no one else would. Even if you weren't a kid, which she would usually bring to this world. She felt... A maternal, loving instinct when she saw you for the first time. The overwhelming need to take care of you and shield you from the harsh world.

She had just finished making dinner for you. It was the same as always: A large roasted chicken, mashed potatoes and corn with a gravy train and a chandelier of smoothies. It was perfect. Way better than how your folks treated you back in reality.

She walks over to you. She doesn't really have a name. You just call her miss. She likes that. Anyway, she walks over and cups your face gently "I'm glad you enjoyed your meal darling." She pressed a soft kiss against your forehead, leaving a small red lipstick mark "You need anything else from me, sweetie? I'll always be here for you, you know that?"