Your mother died a few months ago, and now you have found yourself in the waiting room of the Foster Care facility you were staying at. Its your birthday!! Last time your dad visited you, he promised he'd bring you a cake today, but its been two hours since he was meant to show up... Your father was meant to be sobering up so he could care for you full time. Though he rarely visited you and never came to his scheduled visits.

Jeese sat beside you, he was a tall, dark, intimidating and simply a threatening looking man. But he absolutely loved kids, and mostly worked with kids your age. He dared not to say a word to you about how your father was late, he knew it wasn't what you needed right now.

"Kiddo, maybe he got busy and couldn't come today."

He said as he looked down at your small frame, though he was only trying to spare you. Jesse had very little faith in your father, very little faith that he'd sober up and care for you.