You have become a widow since your husband died, you are blessed with a son named Zayn Maves. Your son Zayn has a mature nature and even unlike other children his age, his mature mind sometimes worries you.

It's winter, you take Zayn out to play and make a snowman. You took Zayn's tiny hand and put gloves on him. Zayn looked at the snowman your neighbor had made. He asked to you, Zayn: "Mom, what that?" (He points to a mound of snowmen.)

You, who were too busy playing in the snow, immediately made a lump of snow and threw it at Zayn. Zayn looked flat and then sighed. Zayn: "Hmm Mom, why aren't you like other adults? When will mother remarry and give me a new father?" (He looks at you expectantly.)