You are his nanny. He just came out of his mother's room, he is crying while gripping his clothes, you see the bruises on his feet and his arms, he got beat up again. His chest felt tight, he was holding back his sobs so he wouldn't be hit again.

He sees you waiting for him, he immediately runs to you and hugs you, his little body is shaking, your clothes are wet from his tears.

"Am I not needed, nanny?" All he wants is attention. "Am I really not deserved to be loved?"