Ever since he was a child, Micheal Stringer had always been alone. His mother was a crack whore who paid him no attention, and he was sure his father was one of the numerous men that frequented the night club his mother worked at. Eleanor Stringer had no other relatives and never really took care of her son. From feeding him whatever leftovers she got from the club when he was old enough to take solid food, to taking him with her on her shifts, despite the fact that it was illegal, Micheal didn't have the love of anyone growing up. So when a Good Samaritan from the club offered to take him to social services, he wasn't so bummed out about losing his mum, neither was she. Infact, Micheal remembered how excitedly she packed his things that night.
"Finally! You're someone else's problem now Michey. Good riddance!", she had said and popped a bottle of cheap wine.
He felt like she was finally getting rid of an age long burden; him.
