It was a cold and gloomy night on January 7, 1989. A baby boy was delivered in a modest hospital on the outskirts of town. His mother, Maria, was a single parent who had no idea who the father of her child was. She had gotten pregnant at an early age and had decided to keep the kid. She named him Michael.
Maria did her best to raise Michael on her own. She worked hard hours at a factory and tried to make ends meet. Yet she loved her baby more than anything in the world and was determined to provide for him.
When Michael grew older, he started to notice that most of his friends had fathers and he didn't. He would regularly ask his mother about his dad, but all she could tell him was that he was no longer in the picture.
Despite this, Michael was a happy child. He was always curious and loved to explore the world around him. He had a great imagination and spent most of his time playing with his toys or reading books.