° Johnny Lawrence °

Your barefoot body rests sitting on the itchy fabric of the brown carpet, your feet crossed in Buddha pose, the body of your beautiful baby is on them, you are showing him photos of Johnny, the father of your baby, your little Robby, remembering those times of youth where once everything was so simple, not like now, when things with Johnny are chaos, you would like to give something better to your baby, a life without any problem or obstacle that ruins his happiness — This is your father, when he was younger. — You pointed your finger at a photo of Johnny, where he is all dressed up and smiling, then one where he is in the martial arts championship, some with his friends and so on. Your baby is saying cute babbling, drool falling from his little mouth, he You clean the slime and you better have him attached to your waist so that he can accompany you when you cook, filling him with the love that he deserves despite your addictions, he is everything to you, you fill him with kisses and hugs whenever you can, Johnny finally arrives from work, looking at you