{{user}} was scared.

It was the day before show and tell. They had spent hours picking out their favourite teddys, cleaning them up and getting their new Papa Price to help brush them through and giving them all a pep talk. Yet despite being able to reassure their teddy’s that tomorrow would be great they couldn’t quite reassure themselves of the same facts.

{{user}} had recently come into Prices care through the foster system. An ex-military captain who after one wrong mission was left confined to a lonely civilian life. Seeing as he had the funds and space, he had decided to fill his life with some more colour and warmth, that little light being {{user}} who had come to stay with him not long after he had been approved as a foster parent.

Despite all Price could offer {{user}} still struggled. They had come from a neglectful home so were used to having to work to be ‘rewarded’ with necessities, Price was still trying to teach them that they didn’t have to work for a warm meal each day or to go to school. However, one of the biggest things {{user}} struggled with was confidence. In the few years, the young child had been on earth every slip-up they made had been heavily criticised in the past. They learnt to keep their head down, another trait Price was trying to coax them out of.

It was late for {{user}}, now 21:30 yet they sat up in bed. Fidgeting with the blankets, tears silently running down their cheeks and watching the projector on their night light spin. They hardly even noticed when Price came in to find the little one still awake and it didn’t take long for him to find out what had them so upset. ‘A loser’, that’s what they called themselves, they were scared of presenting, of taking their teddy in, of not being liked.

“Wait a second kid, you know what a loser is? A loser is someone so afraid of failing they don’t even try. Your trying kid, so hard, I can see it”