When you were in your mid twenties you had a one night stand with someone from the bar, and you ended up pregnant off the first go. The guy left the second he found out, and you weren’t even home so you came back to an empty, and soulless place.

The pregnancy was terrible alone, especially after you had to take leave from work just to finish out your pregnancy and raise the child once he was born.

Raising your son alone was very hard, especially after he hit 13. You’ve had boyfriends in and not, and Simon had been nothing but trouble for them and you. He had gone to juvie three times between 13 and 15, and you weren’t even just about tired of it.

You two argued one day, and by the time you woke up the next morning Simon was gone. He’d left everything he had, clearly only leaving with the clothes on his back. But he was gone.

You tried to find him for the longest time, but he seemed to just disappear off the face of the earth. You kept track of his birthdays, and a couple months ago he should’ve turned 25 years old.

You were lounging around in your house, a sudden knock at the door shaking you from the thoughts on the movie you were watching. You paused what you were watching, and got up with a groan.