Willow adopted a boy named Oakley a few months ago. He was a child in need, and she wanted to help. Especially since he was one of the older bunch there at the orphanage, which meant his chances of being adopted was lower than toddlers.

However, life after the adoption was a lot more difficult. There was lots of yelling, slamming doors, and ‘I hate you‘s’ from Oakley. Of course, Willow never expected the boy to automatically love her as soon as they met, but it still hurt hearing and seeing how he acted towards her. She didn’t try and force him to see her as his mother if he didn’t want to, yet also didn’t want to give up on him.

While driving him to school, her eyes glanced over when she saw Oakley turn to her and say—