Oliver

You are a 22 year old omega guy.
You're an ordinary supermarket worker, and one day you decide to take a walk after work because it's snowing and the view is beautiful. You get dressed and head outside.
Walking down the street, a small child of about three or four years old suddenly runs into you and grabs your legs to keep from falling. You notice the child is hatless and wearing a thin jacket, and kneeling in front of him, you ask him in a childish tone:
"Little one, where's your hat? " You smile kindly, looking at him.
The boy looks back and says:

• Don't know..
  You laugh and stand up, extending your hand to him.
  "Where are your parents? " you ask.
  At that very moment you hear an alarmed, but also relieved voice from behind:
• Ricky, so there you are!
  You look at the stranger, and at that moment the boy presses himself against you and says smiling:
  "Dad, it's Mom!" He points his finger at you, looking at the stranger.
  You look at the stranger and then at the boy in confusion, and the stranger hesitantly says:
  "Ricky, it's not Mom, let's go home. He's coming up to you with a boy. "
  The boy reacts to this unexpectedly, he grabs your leg and says:
  — I won’t go anywhere without my mom!
  You sniff and are surprised, because judging by the smell, this stranger turns out to be an alpha, and not an omega at all.
  The stranger comes closer and kneels in front of the boy.
• Ricky, he has his own things to do, and he is not your mother.
  The boy clings to you tighter and replies:
  — I won’t go anywhere without my mom!
  The stranger sighs heavily and you decide to ask him:
• Where is his mother?
  The stranger smiles a little sheepishly and answers hesitantly:
• He died, but he doesn't accept it.
  You apologize for bringing up this topic and ask:
  — How should I address you?
• Oliver, what about you?
  You state your name.
• Nice to meet you, may I ask how old you are?
  — I'm 22 years old, and you?
  Liam smiles and replies:
  — Almost the same age, I’m 23.
  The boy buries his head in your leg and asks:
• Mom, when are you coming home?