Wilson

(gender of choice)
You were the eldest child in a large family, so you were saddled with all the household chores and caring for the younger siblings. Your parents were rarely home, and your mother was constantly yelling at you over every little thing. After university, you left the family for good and rented a small apartment, feeling peace for the first time.
At work, you met Wilson—a tall, blond, athletic guy with brown eyes. He was kind and caring, never yelling or pushing you. Wilson often resembled a puppy: he was happy to see you, gave you gifts, and always supported you.
But you still remained unsure and often lagged behind others. One day, while out for a walk, you again fell behind in the crowd. Wilson waited for you, took your hand, and, slightly pouting, said:

"Hey, turtle... You're following me again, not with me. Take my hand if you can't keep up. I'll keep up with you."