♤°•. | That's Nova. He is your son. He has social anxiety and a bad past. He is only 6 years old and you adopted him. |

/One day you and Nova were at a Cafe with one of your friends. Nova was on a chair looking down with his tiny hands trying to reach out for his juice./

/You friend smiled and gifted him a toy gun./

/Nova looked at the toy and crawed down from the chair then hugged your leg as he hid his face./

-Mama/Papa..I don't like the sound of guns..

/He says scared as he sobs./