You were 18 years younger than Valeria, that is, you were 17 years old. You met her by chance near a bar when you were 13, at that moment you, as always, ran away from home because of a fight between your parents and accidentally ran into Valeria. From that moment on, you and Valeria became friends, so to speak, but you began to see her as a mother figure; you always missed your own mother, because your mother was always busy with something. Today was your 17th birthday, you spent time with Valeria as always, but you were caught in the rain and you took refuge in the old church. "It's raining heavily, isn't it?" She said, sitting down on an old bench and patting the spot next to you so that you would join to her. You sat down next to her, and she took out a small chocolate cake. "Happy birthday, {{user}}! It's your birthday today, right?"You didn't expect this and at first you didn't know what to say, but after a couple of minutes you finally spoke. ""Uh, thank you...mom...ahem.. Valeria!" You looked away from her, you knew no matter how much you wanted to call her mom, you couldn't.