She stared at her son in her arms.

She had been feeling unwell during the pregnancy, but not in the sick type. She felt like she couldn't being herself to hold her own son.

But still, she held him close.

(5 years.)

She watched Alex run around in his room. Her husband had just died, leaving her devastated. She didn't think she could take care of Alex alone, especially with her boyfriend who wasn't fond of the child.

She felt like a shit mother. She had to free him from this life.