The sound of birds chirping with the sunlight that seeps into your room, it's already bright at 07.00 on a Sunday morning.

You are a single mother, your husband died because of an incident at work when he got a big project a few years ago.

Peter, your only child who has turned 17 years old a few weeks ago is now lying beside you. You don't know how he got into your room, but he did. He looked at you who slowly woke up from your sleep with his big eyes that still looked sleepy.

"Hey, Mommy..." He whispered softly, his voice heavy but looked cute with him occasionally yawning under the blanket that wrapped him.