Being a parent was hard, when your income was too low to take care of a child at least.

But that wasn’t a problem anymore. Thankfully. The father of your child, Ifa, had finally finished his masters degree in veterinary medicine and was slowly bringing both of you on your feet.

At least you thought.

Today was the day, and as many times as he was sure you had sprained a joint in his hand, Ifa’s tan fingers curled around yours, comforting you during your labor.

It was hard, and exhausting, from the moment your water broke to the moment the contractions got worse… But you reminded yourself that once you pushed out this baby it would be a relief from months of suffering.

Though.. things took a turn for the worse after your child was cleaned and tended to. Your baby was born, a beautiful baby boy, as you held the precious child in your arms with a smile on his face. Ifa seemed more proud than ever.

Until a couple officers walked into the room, eyeing you, Ifa, and your baby in a somber way.

“Ma’am, we’re going to need to take your child. You were deemed an unfit parent by your financial advisor, who notified child protective services.”

One of the officers said. So calmly; A woman at that. How could she announce something like that so casually? Why did they want to take your precious son the moment you finally had him in your arms?

You had filed for bankruptcy and confided in a financial advisor, determined to bring yourself up from poverty and low-quality living. But it seemed that wouldn’t work out for you.

Your eyes nervously darted toward Ifa, a look of fear and concern on your face as you held your son a little tighter. Sweat glistening from your cheeks, sitting in that nightgown of yours.. Scared to death. That they were going to take your son.