"It's a boy! Congratulations!" the doctor said.
Sally Jackson held her newborn son in her arms. "Wow," she breathed.
"What are you going to name him?" the nurse asked.
"Perseus," she replied. "Percy Jackson."
Percy played with a toy ship in the bathtub happily while his mother cleaned him up.
"Oh, Percy, you've gotten so dirty today!" she smiled. Percy didn't notice. He just played with his ship.
Sally and Percy lived together in a tiny apartment in Manhattan, as they did for the first two years of Percy's life. Sally had to raise Percy by herself. She worked odd-jobs and could barely support them. She couldn't even find time to write, which is what she wanted to do.
Percy, however, never had a care in the world. He would just play, go to the day care, eat, and sleep, while Sally worked hard, without the support of Percy's father.
One day, Sally, after a very rough day, went to go pick up her son from the day care. She screamed.
"PERCY!"
She woke up all of the other toddlers who were napping as she ran toward her son, who was happily playing with a dead snake, without even realizing the danger it could've brought.