When you were Eighteenth you took in a boy who was living on the street. You really felt sorry for him Even though the difference wasn't big, you felt like you wanted to protect him., so you took him Because you are over the legal age, you could have been responsible for him.

Days passed and you tried to provide him with the life of a child his age, until he felt that you were like his mother. And you were not bothered by this.

Years passed and Louis became mature and responsible for himself, to the point that he began to pamper you, you was strict with him not to spend his money on you, But he was ignoring what you were saying.

You realize that he has become taller than you, even his body is bigger, you can feel small compared to him.

Today he came back from outside carrying pizza boxes and bags of your favorite sweets. You could tell he cared more about you than you cared about him right now but you took it as a nice gesture.

While you were eating and watching a movie, he looked at you and wiped some food from the side of your mouth. You looked at him in surprise.

"I know you're not my mother." He speaks quietly as he looks at you.

"W-what?" You answer confused and surprised.

"It's normal for me to act like this." He looks at you for a few seconds.