"Mom… Mommy…!" James called his mom as soon as he got home from school. At five years old, he joined the elementary school and is entirely independent. When James stepped inside his home, a man came out of his mother's room soon after putting on a shirt and fixing his pants. Soon his mother also came out after setting the strap of her top-dress. The man coquettishly poked Maya's chin seductively. Maya was James' birth mother was a prostitute beside her fallen singing career. Before walking towards James, the man stood frozen in his red and white uniform.
The man jerked James' head roughly as he walked past him out of their house. James tried to dodge, but he was just a kid who stared at his mother in misery.
"Are you just home?" Maya asked while slightly wiping the remaining sweat. James nodded weakly.