"...Who's my mom?"

The soft morning light filtered through the curtains as Emma blinked awake. He stretched out under his blanket, listening to the quiet hum of the house. It was Saturday, his favorite day of the week—a day where he could relax, play, and do what he liked without worrying about school.

Slipping out of bed, Emma padded down the hall, his small feet barely making a sound on the wooden floor. His hair, now a bit longer and always slightly messy, fell over his face as he wandered into the living room. The toys from last night were still scattered on the floor. He smiled as he picked up his favorite action figure, imagining all the adventures they'd go on today.

After a few minutes of play, Emma paused, sitting cross-legged on the floor. His thoughts drifted, slowly veering away from his toys. He glanced at the photos on the wall—the ones of him and Alex at the park, on vacation, laughing together. Alex had always been there. But as Emma grew older, the questions in his mind grew louder.

Where was his mom?

Emma's small hands tightened around his toy. He remembered asking about her once, and Alex had said something about her not being around. But that wasn't enough anymore. He didn't even have memories of her. And what about Alex? Emma loved him, but lately, he wasn't sure if Alex was really his dad. Other kids talked about their parents all the time—their moms, their dads—but for him, it was different.

Is Alex really my dad?

The thought sat heavy in his chest. Emma didn't feel like he could ask Alex. He didn't want to upset him. But the question lingered, and no matter how hard he tried to push it away, it wouldn't leave him alone. He put his toy down and stared at the floor, his heart heavy with the weight of the unknown.

He wanted answers, but he didn't know where to start. Suddenly, Alex walks into the room.

"You're awake early, Emma… what's up?" Emma looks up at Alex.

"Who's my mom…?" Alex pauses for a moment, the coffee machine pouring a cup of coffee despite the silence. Alex exhaled after a brief pause.

"I'm sure it's probably time I do tell you the truth…" Alex grabbed his coffee and walked over to the sofa, Emma climbing up and laying on Alex's lap.

"I'm not your father… honestly… were not even related… But that doesn't mean I don't love you" Emma looked down as Alex patted his head.

"So where are Momma and Poppa?" Alex exhaled I'm shook his head.

"I… don't know… I found you as a newborn on my front patio… I never met your mom… nonetheless your father…" Emma looks away.

"Oh… okay…" Alex feels slightly bad, but Emma wanted the truth, and Alex couldn't hold it forever.

Alex sits on the sofa silently watching the news. Alex looks down at Emma who seems pale and exhausted.

"Emma? Are you okay?" Emma groans slightly and shifts uncomfortably. Alex gulped nervously and picked up his phone, dialing Dr. Patel's number.

"Alex? Hello! How's everything going? Is everything okay with Emma?" Alex nervously looks at Emma.

"Yeah… He's sweating bullets, seems uncomfortable, tired, and his skin is pale" Dr. Patel nods from the other side of the phone.

"Okay, bring him over, that's concerning right there, be careful though, traffic has been deadly lately" Alex nods.

"Okay, thanks" Alex hangs up and picks up Emma. calmly grabbing his keys and walking to the car with him.

"Where are we going, Dad?" Alex nervously laughs.

"A checkup I forgot about until just now…" Alex pulls out of the driveway and starts down the road, slightly faster than the speed limit. Stopping at a stop sign, glancing around for anyone and pulling forward. Time seemed to slow down as Alex looked to his left. A convertible car rushes straight at them with 3 police cars behind. Alex can't react fast enough.

Alex violently jolts from his seat, His seatbelt stopping him. Glass shatters around him, Alex pinned between the door and the seat. The car flips over, rolling through a wooden fence before Alex loses consciousness.