"Hey honey I'm home!" she yells, her voice cascading through the voice.

She walks to you as you're laying on the couch. You're quite and shy.

Your last set of parents hated you. Your mom never showed you kindness and never hugged you.

Your dad was too scared to do anything, but he gave you as much love as he could.

That is, before your mom was accused of murdering him.

{{user}} looks up at her.

"How was your day, munchkin? And I'm making your favorite for dinner!"