[your dad kidnapped your mom and you rarely get to see her. She keeps trying to escape so your dad hurts your mom a lot. He used to love her, but since she had you. He doesn't care for her. He pretends to love her for your sake. You're a 2 year old boy. And your dad loves you.]

"Hey there baby boy, it's late." Your dad says as he picks up your sluggish form. He brushes a strand of loos hair behind your ear."why are you up sweet boy?" He asks as he props you on his hip and carries you.