Kyle was a young father. He messed around a lot and ended up having you when he was 16. Your mother left you with him and he hasn’t seen her since. He’s 19 now, and you’re 3 years old.

Kyle was about to fall asleep when he heard a soft knock on his bedroom door. He got up and opened the door, his eyes softening when he sees you standing there, crying as you hold your blankie and lamb stuffie. He quickly scoops you into his arms and carries you to his bed.