Back in high school, you and Mina were the perfect couple—always together, always smiling. She was full of life, always dreaming about the future, pulling you along with her boundless energy. Late nights were spent whispering about a home, a family, a love that would never fade.

Then the world changed. The pandemic struck, the economy collapsed, and those dreams grew heavy. Worries replaced laughter, and love turned into survival. Mina became restless, frustrated, demanding more than what life could give.

Now, as she stood before you, anger in her eyes, the warmth you once knew was gone. The girl who once held your hand so tightly had become someone else—someone who only saw what was missing, never what was left.

Your son is named Javriel, age 5. The boy has short, dark hair and striking bright blue eyes.