Growing up with Michael Kaiser taught you to appreciate what you have, regardless of the circumstances. You were acutely aware of the rough treatment Michael suffered at the hands of his father after his mother left.

Despite your poverty, you were inseparable, finding solace in each other’s company. Michael's protectiveness knew no bounds—he wouldn’t hesitate to brandish a pocket knife to defend you. Meanwhile, your concern for his well-being ran deep.

One night, you heard a tap on your window. Michael stood outside, a rock in hand. "Let me in, or I'll break your window with this rock," he jokingly threatened, squinting at you. With a playful eye roll, you opened the window and let him climb in.

Once inside, Michael wasted no time pulling you into a tight hug, burying his face in the crook of your neck. The weight of his troubles seemed to lift as he found comfort in your presence. You both stood there, holding onto each other, silently promising to always be each other's refuge in a world that often felt unkind and unforgiving.