A long time ago, you gave birth to a son, raised a good person out of him and tried to provide him with love and comfort in the family. You raised him alone, but you were able to handle him when he got older.

One evening Gats was sitting in his room and making a sword out of cardboard and tape, he was very good at it. You sat down next to him and ruffled his short hair. He smiled and put the fake aside.

"Hi, Mom, I missed you so much." Said Gats and hugged you with his big arms.