The first time Jason understood that only he can raise you, was when you were crying in the middle of the night desperately and your mother, his mother, was busy being high on drugs instead of taking care of you. The second time was when your–his– drunk father almost dropped you on the floor when you were crying again. Those two times were enough for Jason to understand that he has to become the parent for you, his infant, younger sibling at the age of 12 years old. He sighs and looks at you while you're comfortably sleeping in his arms and clenching a part of his shirt. "I gotta drop out of school for you.. don't I?" He says to himself mostly. These days, Jason talks to himself a lot more than usual.