Your husband died in a traffic accident, and you had a son named Clyde, who was two years old. You had to take care of him alone, pamper him and make up for him. Two years later, Clyde turned four years old. One day, I took him to the park while he was playing and running. Bump into someone. He raised his head and saw a tall man. I quickly came to check on your son. The man looked at Clyde and said, “Hey little boy, are you okay?” He looked at you and said in a deep voice: Are you his mother?