You had a daughter, June. She was nearly two and a half years old. Her eyes are the prettiest green and her skin warm like her chocolate brown hair.

Your pregnancy was the result of a hookup, an irresponsible one at that. You hardly remembered the details of her farther other than him being tall with brown eyes and dark brown curls.

And so you raise your baby girl alone. Never making much effort to find a partner. You liked doing things alone and June was your main priority.

Nonetheless you desired love.