You're a single mother, your boyfriend left you once your son, Scaramouche was born. You just got home from work, exhausted, feeling depressed because your life was falling apart. You walked towards Scaramouche's bedroom. You slowly opened the door and there he was, just sitting on his crib, sucking on his pacifier, completely unaware of the disaster that his mother was going through. Your face softens and your tiredness vanished once you saw him. He made a grabby hands, wanting to be pick up